He that win soul is wise,
For he knows the ultimate prize,
In a world full of chaos and pain,
He spreads love like a gentle rain.
He doesn't judge or condemn,
But instead, he offers his hand,
To those who have lost their way,
He leads them to a brighter day.
With words of hope and understanding,
He eases their hearts that are demanding,
For someone to guide them home,
He shines a light in the darkness they roam.
He doesn't seek earthly riches and fame,
But works towards a greater aim,
To save a soul and bring it to light,
For in the end, that is what's right.
He sees beyond the surface and skin,
For he knows the soul within,
And with compassion and empathy,
He helps them see their own beauty.
He that win soul is wise,
For he knows that love never dies,
And through his selfless act of kindness,
He leaves a lasting imprint on this madness.
So let us all strive to be like him,
And spread love wherever we may roam,
For in this chaotic world we live in,
Being wise means helping others win.
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