Author Lesbia Harford I have to make a soul for one Who lost his soul in childhood's hour. And I'm not sure—not really sure— If I have power. I don't know whether souls are made With laughter or with faith or pain But though I fail a thousand times, I'll try again. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments