Soul Therapy,
Who makes us smile when we're sad,
Who wipe our tears when we cry,
Who gives to us when we lack,
Who make us when we are not.

Soul therapy,
Who rights our wrongs,
Who take our warriors bullet,
Who never stay behind our guilt,
Who never say Head low, when we try to get High,
Who never say loose, when we try to loose

Soul therapy,
Whose physics are boldness,
Whose skills are pretension,
Whose charity is coldness,
Whose purpose is ambition

Soul therapy,
Whose zeal is about devotion,
Whose love is not more of lust,
Whose time is more of motion,
Whose faith is more than a muster seed

Soul therapy,
Who desire less for ungodly,
Who love and helps wholeheartedly,
Who doesn't lead astray,
Who doesn't revenge of wrong did(s)...

Soul therapy,
Who cloth my nakedness,
Who wash my stains,
Who feed my hungry and empty abdomen,
Who opened my lips to make some sounds.

Soul therapy,
Who showed me the crooked world,
Thought my emotion to be caring,
Who got my job a outsource,
Who denied my malpractice suit

Soul therapy,
In the morning with the roosters
On the corner with the boosters
She's the fresh cut in her like sutures
The weather of my future

Soul therapy,
Traveling through the fast lane
Stuck in the passenger seat
End up on the track of an oncoming train
Another future holds keeper.

© Author Enobong Ukpabio