Soul

i speak to my soul every night
and i ask him, why
do i have to cry so much, before i
get some respite

i speak to my soul and i ask him
every night, why did i do
what i did, and not be able to see
that love is beautiful but beautiful love is kind

i speak to my soul every night
i cry myself to sleep, and i ask him why
does something so beautiful as love
say no, and pass me by

i speak to my soul every night and i plead
to the heavens 'let this journey end in speed'
yes love is beautiful and love is kind
to me she's been both but today she isn't mine