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I lost my soul, somewhere in the jungle

So deep is the thicket-my life, that I lost

My feeling stripped from the only heart I own

I have spread myself to  every corner

I am translucent now.

I wonder if I ever really had my soul

It always felt like a constant endless battle

A plea of emancipation, nay, freedom

My shadow grew so afraid of that it ran

Hid somewhere beyond the moon

My soul turned me into a monster

I was jealous and selfish-nay both

I locked myself in a dungeon, discarded the key

Starving myself to punish my soul

Both master and slave I was.

It finally broke free, my soul

It ran wildly, like a wounded wildebeest

All my limbs were weak from hunger

So my past ran through my fingers like water

I could outrun or catch my wild buck

I now sit under the sky, soul at large

My empire collapsed, and the history recorded

I have to start again… I have got to rebuild

The whispers in the rustling leaves a conversation

All I need is a soul.