By Harold “Tre” Hancock
It’s about soul A different place that you don’t know
A place where both love and hurt go Hurts like a wound you can’t sew
A place where everyone’s God lives And loves to roam,
It’s about soul Your personal home away from home
A place where things like personal feelings Inner thoughts show
Clean or dirty You should desire to make it a place
You find worthy I mean it is a house
Knowledge Is key for thirst
To wash down the agony of pain Your soul is a place to go
Your soul has a kitchen When you put pain in a cup, wash dishes
And be happy you happy You have a special place to stay
Especially during the rain So you don’t go insane
Keep your head held up Even when water hits the window pane
And the enemy makes you believe You have nothing to gain
So when devil knocks on the door Close the curtain
Your soul isn’t for sell So remember what your soul worth is
They can’t come around Unless they’re invited
The people that come around Should bring happiness and enlightenment
Nobody should tell you what the standard Of your soul is
As long as you make it a place Where you find bliss
Your favorite things in life there Feels good like a first kiss
Thoughts of that one person That you may forgot you missed
It’s your soul That place deep inside
Where even when you feel like You want to run and hide
Your soul is a more comfortable place
To go, and cry
Your soul is your personal outer space People are like gravity that you can defy
It’s about soul