The Old Soul

I see them, I hear them and I feel them all
Their experiences and emotions and pain
Every single rise and every single fall.
Bearing this load my soul does drain.

In isolation I bear the weight they could not
I feel myself die as my blood runs cold
I am jerked back to life when my tears run hot
As the pain releases from this soul so old.

I’ve been everyone I’ve ever touched
But few have ever been me.
A struggle in which I’ve been forever clutched
Looking for that soul who can set me free

We’ve done this dance many times before
In times and lives that have long since passed
And I’ve no doubt we’ll do it many times more
On and on until the very last.