Soup for the Soul

"Soup for the Soul"

Raindrops tapping on my window pane,
Chilly air calling out my name.
I know just the thing to keep me warm,
A little bit of magic in a steaming form.

Chop it up, stir it slow,
Let the flavors start to flow.
A pinch of love, a dash of time,
One more taste and it feels divine.

Oh, soup for the soul, warm and deep,
A little bit of comfort, a hug I can keep.
Sip by sip, let it make me whole,
Nothing feels better than soup for the soul.

Tomato, noodle, or a pumpkin dream,
Spices dancing in a swirling stream.
From grandma’s pot to a midnight bowl,
Every spoonful makes me feel whole.

Chop it up, stir it slow,
Let the flavors start to flow.
A pinch of love, a dash of time,
One more taste and it feels divine.

Oh, soup for the soul, warm and deep,
A little bit of comfort, a hug I can keep.
Sip by sip, let it make me whole,
Nothing feels better than soup for the soul.

Sitting close, sharing spoons,
Soft jazz playing in the afternoon.
With every bite, I feel at home,
Soup reminds me I'm never alone.

So when the cold wind starts to blow,
And you need a place to go,
Fill your heart, fill your bowl,
Soup is love—it soothes the soul.