My soul cries out from the depth of me
Its plea has always been to be set free
It’s the part of me that has always sought, amid troubled waters it has always fought
My soul cries out from the depths of me
It never gives in to any dismal ends
It prides itself upon reaching high even though something inside says, you can’t beat the odds
My soul cries out from the depths of me, swimming in the mire of the roaring sea
It competes against darkness triumphing over me
Were it not for the conflicts of my soul, the depths of me would have no plea, and my soul could not be free
I could not climb to higher heights, if the depths of me beheld no fight
It’s because I fight from the depths of me, that I see triumph in view
My soul sees higher heights that it desires to pursue
The triumph that my soul sees, reveals greater aspects of me
It can’t be defeated by mire, dismal ends, or the mire of the roaring sea
It’s the aspect of me that soars, the aspect of me that’s free
My soul has been redeemed so, that aspect of me comes forth, to be its creative “self”
It soars above the depths of me, amid heights my soul longed to climb
That aspect of me is my spirit and it can’t be confined
Its purpose is to flourish, that’s its original design
My spirit is free to be, all that it was meant to be
It dances in its creativity and paints with its ingenuity
It reveals traits of its creator
It’s being the, I am that it is, amid the heights that it soars
My soul and my spirit inspire me!
