At the heart of the soul, compassion
feeling physical sensations Is it he master of my heart?
Does it control my works of art?
Can my soul become an animal?
Turning into a criminal. Is it the one I answer to?
Does it pay when my time is due?
Can my soul free its’ self from me?
Slip out to be alone and free?
Is it the one who knows it all?
Can it read a crystal ball?
Can my soul be like a wishing well?
Can it be locked up in hell?
Is it the reason why I lose?
Does it have the right to chose?
Can my soul take away my life?
Can it decide if it wants to die?
Does it believe in good and evil?
Is it as sharp as a needle?
Jim Morrison