It is well with my soul, she said
As negativity simmered in her head
Derived from conversations both cold and hot
Conclusion-less arguments more often than not
It is well, oh, it is well
She whispered as the tears fell
What could be done? How much can she take?
What difference, if any, did her attempts make?
Are you at all well, oh dear soul?
Life indeed has taken its toll
A declaration of the soul's welfare
Destroyed to its core, stripped completely bare
It is well with my soul? As if!
To have a soul at this point was a gift
Please be well, soul, please be free
What was a statement became a desperate, helpless plea.
Oh dear soul, it is well indeed.