This life full of souls

Some souls to keep,
Some souls too cheap,
Some we see in our sleep,
Some we always want to beep.

The body made of a good soul,
will never act a foul,
these we wish we stole,
and held tight lest they crawl,

At times our souls are hurt,
and to forgive is not in the heart,
it feels like a heaven shut,
by someone who once flirt

the soul goes, we die,
the topic that makes shy,
and others ask why
but with hope we face the sky

and know we have the soul.