I have many souls,
I am many things.
My lives are mites and rats
And queens and their kings.
Called Goliath and David
And the stone that he slings,
I am three little piggies
And the big bad who sings.
My I’s are dumb and wise,
One me heals, the next one stings.
I as snail hide from the bird
But me as tiger quickly springs.

I fight myself a lot,
It’s crowded in the wings,
But when I’m all together
You should hear the truth that rings.