Cries my soul
Feed me something sweet,
says my soul.
Spoon me out a little taste of happiness.
Love me something safe,
says my soul.
Savor all my faults and failings,
Savor all my woe.
Save me somehow softly,
says my soul.
Shepherd all the vagrant twistings of a fool.
Guard me somehow strongly,
says my soul.
Stop the pieces left of me
from growing back, so crookedly.
