Where is Your Soul?

You Have the Words,

But Where’s Your Soul?

You speak with grace, your verses fine,

Each line well-formed, each phrase aligned.

The echoes ring, the rhythms roll—

You have the words, but where’s your soul?

Your pen glides smooth, your cadence bright,

A scholar’s touch, a poet’s might.

Yet something lacks, a missing whole—

You have the words, but where’s your soul?

A hollow song, a lifeless air,

A script rehearsed yet unaware.

No whisper deep, no embers glow—

You have the words, but where’s your soul?

The heart must bleed, the voice must shake,

The truth must burn for art’s own sake.

Not polished glass, but shattered whole—

Not just the words—now find your soul.