Wandering in this world is sometimes tiring At times I feel to continue, at times I think of retiring The looks so sly, that pierce the heart down deep At times I go slow, at time I get ready for a leap Immortal is the soul, very difficult to keep These drops of perspiration, seem never to evaporate The never ending lust, can somebody please aspirate? Why it is when some one does anything is called a creep? Dreaming a nightmare, I wish I haven't gone to sleep Immortal is the soul, very difficult to keep Walking down the path destined, no other option left By choice, not chance no worries if I feel bereft The aching night can't bestow the gift that I will keep I assort with the dark, allowing it to steep 'Cause I know, immortal is the soul, very difficult to keep
