God bless the horrid soul that never had a chance
A chance to learn good things and let the world know its stance
Never had an opinion, not much of a thought process
The soul never prospered because the soul was a mess
Clouded with confusion, loaded with lust
Full of frightfulness and damned with distrust
This soul never mingled, or interacted at all
The soul wanted to be big, but the soul kept the soul small
It was scared of being open and scared of being eschewed
So instead of showing its feelings allowed them to be subdued
Expression is what the soul wanted, freedom is what the soul craved
So God please bless the soul that is now forever concaved