“Maybe Your Soul Is Stronger” by Bonita Garber

Maybe your soul is stronger,
Unbreakable as of yet.
Maybe mine just flies with strangers,
And gets stolen in their nets.
If I were a fish, I’d be dead,
Already hooked by the bait of mine hunger.
If I were a fish,
I’d still breathe,
But with you I’m drowning underwater.
Locked into silverless mail,
Caught in disastrous fate.
At least I’m still alive as of yet,
But my laughter is gone in evil’s wake.

Maybe your soul is stronger,
Holding back the terrors that would also come.
Maybe it’s me the problem,
Maybe it’s not you, but me-
I’m the one.

If love were a thing to be taken,
And a hate a thing to be had,
I’ll admit I am weighted with the latter,
Because of my guilt that my love,
Would ultimately kill the lad.
You see, I carry on in this fashion,
And must speak in fiery tongue,
To try to deceive you of what I have done,
So that you may not know what is to come.

For me it was already dangerous,
No use in other soul’s to be lost.
By me floating in agony always,
I can prevent innocent mothers tears,
And maybe innocent brothers deaths.

Maybe your soul is stronger,
But I’d rather not try and check.
Maybe you think that your better off,
Without a care to cast off.
Because I have died in one’s place as of today,
And so prevented hundred’s of millions of deaths.
For the evil one dares to deceive thee,
Sneaking always, into thy mind.
The evil one, comes to prey on you,
Begging you to be so unkind.