If I were a soul

If I were a soul
Of knives and scissors
I would cut the string
Of your ego
And let it wander
Like lost kite

If I were a soul
Of energy floating
I would positive
Your negative aura
And shock you
To self discovery

If I were a soul
Of wind whooshing
I would blow away
Your barren ideas
And toss you from the deserts
To the gardens

If I were a soul
Free and birdie
I would fly you
To your true love
Who is pure, who is faithful
To save you from heart breaks