Stroll On With The Yardbirds, Vol. 1

Train Kept A - Rollin'

What is the soul 
Is it the thing that makes us whole 
Is it the nothingness that takes control 
Our actions and word the things we observe the soul is a noun yet resides in a verb. Lucid are the dreams of dreamers 
Forgive the heart of disbelievers 
Shield us from the lies of teachers 
The fruit is beyond my reach. 
Twisted spinning condescending 
Is this life that I am living 
Crescendo now the veil is lifting 
Seeds of pain humans gifting 
Feel the tide of times shifting 
On the brink of non-existing
Sights I’ve seen the places I’ve been 
Impossibility my only friend. 
Constant struggle of power within 
Will I find the light again 
Or suffer eternity ceasing no end. 
Absent words to heal and mend 
Chaotic anomaly the idols of men. 
Warping reality watching it bend. 
Will we find our souls again?