Who I Am

My soul is a song that cannot be heard
My heart is a tune but without a word,
And I must but wonder
If they’ll find each other,
Or be worth the gag I’ve endured?

My soul is so strange I can’t comprehend,
My heart is of change and will oft’ pretend.
And if I can’t trust me
Who am I meant to be?
My purpose is false and lost in the end.

My soul is awaiting my heart’s hidden rhyme,
My heart longs for words from the soul, and in time
They will find each other
And with the first wonder
I’ll see who I am for the very first time.