By Nelly, Nell@aikopc.com
Date: 6 November 1998

My Soul

Keep a distance form this flower
That likes to sting your skin
Keep a distance from the smell
That likes to lure you in
Don’t let its beauty
Tell its story
Don’t let its color
Tell its soul
Keep a distance from this flower
If you want the story to unfold
When you crush it with your left foot
You get a hole within your shoe
When you rip it from its roots
You get a laugh or two
So you see, this very flower
Likes to stay within is ground
It likes to feel the cold surrounding
Of its quit sound
So keep it cherished,
Keep it clean,
Let it be peaceful and serene
And when you dare do what you will
This flower you will kill
So keep your distance and you’ll know
The story of my secret soul