An orphaned soul came to me tonight
She was whispering to me, I listened to her speak
For she was beautiful.
Her lips moving slowly, her eyes staring at me,
She was smiling, I heard every word she said,
For she was beautiful.

My soul came to me tonight
Shouting, screaming, biting and stinging,
I didn't really listen to what she said
For she was turbid.
Her claws cutting me, her eyes tearing me,
And I ignored her, every word crossing my mind,
For she was turbid.

Shall we take the good from God and not accept the bad?