In order for me to be my best I need my traditional self to die
I am a mixture of many blends—soul, spirit and self
They all are my make up
My soul struggles, my spirit desires to soar and “self” well, it wants what it wants
I deal with the many aspects of me
My soul struggles against the odds, so that my spirit can thrive
My soul struggles with the depths of me, where forces of conviction reside
My soul struggles against the forces that attempt to bring me low
My soul “sees” the potential of my spirit, thus it struggles against the tide
My soul knows of my spirit which resides inside of me
My soul strives to defeat the dark forces so my spirit will thrive
My soul paves the way for my spirit to “be” it’s the struggle of my soul that sets my spirit free
My traditional “self” stands as a contender against my “spirit and soul” for what my traditional “self” desires, isn’t of their same mold
My traditional “self” is, “self-centered” and it wants what “it” wants - thus, “its” struggle is “self” ambition—its own comfort zone
My traditional “self” needs to die to “self” for the fullness of my spirit to be revealed, and its’ to its creator that my soul appeals
My soul cries out “set my spirit free, let my traditional ‘self’ no longer hinder me”
My soul is my defense against all that hinders me—it struggles against all that keeps me from being free
My soul cries out to “its” creator, “Don’t abandon me”
My soul cries out to “its” creator, “Let my spirit be”
My soul cries out from the depths of me, to the heights where it can “see” release me is its plea
Keep me bound no more, is the cry of my soul—I “see” the grandeur heights of my original mold
No more held in the shadow of my contended foe
Break the mold of tradition and let me go
The essence of who I really am I always “see”
My soul struggles against anything that tries to keep me in captivity
My soul desires for the essence of who I really am to be free—and that’s why my soul cries out to “Thee”
My soul cries out to “its” creator, “Do not, abandon me”
My soul cries out to “its” creator, “Let, my spirit be”
My soul knows of my spirit that resides inside of me
My soul strives to overcome the defeat of dark forces, so that my spirit will thrive
My soul paves the way for my spirit to “be”
It’s the struggle of my soul that sets my spirit free
In order for me to be my best, I need my traditional “self” to die
It’s the “self” that society has born, its’ of a different mold
Its’ not my true “self” at all, in fact it’s caused me to fall
It’s caused me to detour from the call of my soul; it keeps the true essence of me to unfold
If it weren’t for the cries of my soul I might be forever bound by the falsehood of the traditional selves mold
The traditional “self” needs to be put to death so that my soul will be at rest and my spirit will resurrect
In order for me to be my best, my traditional “self” needs to die
