The search of a soul

There once was a man whose hands were old and his hair was gray
And this man used to make dolls for children, made from clay
He served all his life to the gods of mercy and love
Until he went mad and he threw all his dolls on the stove
There once was a woman with red hair and clear,blue eyes
She was a High Priestess and she fed the people with lies
Being worshipped was her biggest desire
Until the people found out and they fed her to the fire
There once was an innocent child who lived in a beautiful wood
His family was poor and he used to sing for food
He lived up until ten but he soon tasted death
He took his mother with him because of the tears she has shed
There once was a queen with a great love for life
She used to dance with her people and sing and end any strife
She used to sing and laugh and live for the light
Until she raised to the gods in one cold,winter night
There once was a girl in search of her soul
In search of something that would make her feel whole
And she`s still searching ,willing to be set free
Not knowing that an old man,a Hight Priestess,a child and a queen she used to be.


Does anyone believe in reancarnation? Tell me, reader, do you believe in this concept?And if you do, why is that?This is not the best thing I`ve ever written but this is what my soul told me to write and here we are!

this guy inspires me more than he should