I feel something growing inside
it’s like the time I gave up all my hope and I died
Nothing else can soothe my soul like rhythm and rhyme
It’s something special to sing to God
and pour out my heart
Take heart, my soul
and know, that God is control
Take heart, my Soul!
everything is fine.
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Written in early early days. Now it’s just a tune that pops up in head every once in a while. In particular the “Take heart, my soul” part. It’s “funny” because I’m asking my soul to take heart.
Anyway.
House Astorga 
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