Tender my soul

Tender my soul

Promise me

There will be morning

Sunrise is a basket

Of surprises

It is priceless

I looked beyond the horizon

Through an eyeglass

Especially made

To correct my defection

Life was heartless

Imperfection,

Breathing, a pretence

Designed to protect

The foolish

From the truth

Beyond existence

How was the view

When vision

Was always clouded

By judgement

Life contains an element

Of itself

Imprisoned

Closely confined

In a prism

Defined

By its own geometry

Help me out

With a few

Wishful pennies

Tender my soul

Even though

Its sale

Is not my goal.