There is a soul, she is as radiant as can be,
A flame that burns within, a light that shines bright and free,
Her spirit soars on eagle's wings, unbound and wild,
She dances with the wind, her heart beating like a child.
There is a soul, she is as vulnerable as can be,
She reaches out with open hands, her heart exposed to see,
Her words are whispers of hope, her touch a gentle breeze,
She carries the weight of love, her heart overflows with ease.
There is a soul, she is as radiant as can be,
A beacon in the night, shining bright and free,
No storm can darken her, no shadow can take flight,
She stands tall on the mountaintop, shining with all her might.
There is a soul, she is as fragmented as can be,
A puzzle broken and worn, pieces scattered and free,
Her memories are shards of glass, cutting deep and sharp,
Her emotions are a jumbled mess, her heart still in the dark.
There is a soul, she is as searching as can be,
For answers in the silence, for truth amidst the sea,
She navigates through the fog, her path uncertain and bright,
She seeks to find her way, to shine like a guiding light.
There is a soul, she tries to harmonise the discordant notes,
To weave her story into tapestry, with threads of joy and defeat,
To find her balance between darkness and light,
To find her song with courage and heart, and sing with all of her might..
There is a man, he is as rugged as can be,
A mountain range of strength, his heart a valley of glee,
His laughter echoes through the woods, loud, and wild, and free,
He roams the open hilltops, untamed, unpredictable, carefree.
There is a man, he is as guarded as can be,
A fortress built of stone, his emotions hidden deep,
He wears his heart on his sleeve, but only to conceal,
His true feelings are a mystery, locked away like a steel.
There is a man, he is as unstoppable as can be,
A force of nature, wild and free,
He charges forward with conviction, unbroken and bold,
He rides the winds of change, his spirit untold, ready to unfold.
There is a man, he is as lost as can be,
A shipwrecked sailor on the rocks of uncertainty,
His compass broken, his map torn to shreds,
He navigates through the storm, his heart beats with dread.
There is a man, he tries to find his way to be,
To reconcile the contradictions within,
To balance his darkness against the light, with strength and vulnerability,
There is a man, who hears her song,
His arms are open wide,
They've found their voice, and make a choice,
To sing together, loud and clear. So that everyone can hear.
By Maggie Martin
