Lament of the Soul

Shall we Lament about the soul The snap of the branch that you hold onto When we snap it upon the drum that beats out life Withered and fickle, And with the last reverberation of its breaking The echo dims and dilutes Our sense of longing Oh let us lament about the soul And all it has come to mean An escape from drifting, that echo never fading; Oh anchor me Dear soul of mine Anchor me and never let me go For without you, why without you I would truly be lost And keep me alive some more to the beating of this drum, And whence it snaps In the drunken beating of my life And the echo booms no longer I beg you all to lament about my soul For it has gone And now I am lost Drifting with no anchor, and I will find no purchase.