Vanishing souls 

are not made of gold 

Or sparkling things.

Tarnished and cold 

Is what we are told 

And we try and hide our feelings 

 

The price is not high for those who wish to fly.

But it's not the height we're afraid of- 

But the fall that will lead,

To destruction and chaos of everything we believe 

 

Stories get told of vanishing souls

That disappear without a trace. 

Some look around trying to be found

But the lost cannot be replaced 

 

I look inside to try and find out why 

A human soul starts to break?

But it's to hard to find an answer when your soul is already at the brink 

 

A vanishing soul may not be worth gold 

But remember this-

A soul is a soul is a soul that once started out full 

And soon lost its feeling