Poor soul

Tired soul lays asleep
restless eyes begin to weep
oh the horror thy soul hath seen
worst of the devils dream
fire and hate envelope them
darkness grows as lights dim

broken soul sits awake
rescuing wings come too late
enwrapped by hate and frantic fire
restless eyes cry higher and higher
oh the pain thy soul hath
from devils fiery wrath

come tired and restless soul
we must fight the fire below
oh poor soul tired and broken
the devil hath no power if darkness not spoken