Where my soul is buried
By Sienna S
Published 6 April 2023
Where is my soul buried?
Is it in the forest? Or in the desert?
Maybe in the valley? Or on a hill?
Is it in the garden so still?
My head is a crowd of people
My heart is a simple thing, it drags me back to one place,
Where the waves crash and break
My head is a crowd of people
Thoughts shout over each other, making my head spin and throb
The place I love is an escape to life
To make the people in my mind hush for a while
And just to focus on the white lion roaring in front of me
My heart is a simple thing and it wants to say here