Poor soul I see,
searching for something.
"What is it that I am searching for?",
she asks.
She asks her pals,
who say it all with their eyes.
So she turns to the mirror,
that glances back at her with confusion.
So she turns to me,
I lack the answer.
So she turns to her soul,
that direct her to God.
So she asks her God,
and then only she finds...
"The perfection?",
"The truth?",
"The satisfaction",
I ask.
"The search",
She says.
Om highly recommends Conference of the Birds
searching for something.
"What is it that I am searching for?",
she asks.
She asks her pals,
who say it all with their eyes.
So she turns to the mirror,
that glances back at her with confusion.
So she turns to me,
I lack the answer.
So she turns to her soul,
that direct her to God.
So she asks her God,
and then only she finds...
"The perfection?",
"The truth?",
"The satisfaction",
I ask.
"The search",
She says.
Om highly recommends Conference of the Birds