Old souls have seen many lifetimes.
And have lived on land and sea,
Old souls understand Life more
the sadness, the anger the grief
Fancy cars, Designer Labels, Tech trends
And the Ladder
Isn’t of much importance
Old souls want just one thing
And that’s never to be reborn
Human existence just tires them
From being here too long
Their souls cry to mingle with a myriad of lights
Sprinkling sparkling coloured beams
Somewhere beyond the night.
So how do you tell an old soul?
Just look into their eyes.
If you see the deep deep ocean
Or a teardrop that stays
You know you’ve met an old gold soul
Who’s waiting for a flight.
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