The part of me I call my soul

Is free

Is whole and healed

And can't stand to be misused

But I can tell you,

My troubles can't wait to see you again.

"Like" flies to "like"

Like birds of a feather,

And part of me prefers the sun,

And another part weathers the rain better.

But I can tell you,

My troubles can't wait to see you again.

-jenn