What do you want, soul?

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Who dares
He answers this question
What do you want, soul?
Ideas travel away
Where she wanted her predestination
It is manipulated by the wind
And throw them out of sight
To cut off our ways of communication
Where are my critics?
The road is very rugged
Everything is elusive
Lord of the night tired of
The joys of sorrows
And the groans of widows
And the crying of orphans
It is sorrowful trees
Her papers scattered
Above the bottom
The oaks were smashed
The birds left the place
It no longer matters left or wait
There is no longer room to wait
We all dare
The deprivation has passed
And considerate
A voice aches inside
They shouted at me
These weights
They broke my way
To break this place
Loaded with weights