The Soul

I am in this body I am eternal soul Now got this machine Of skin, blood, flash and bones Carried by the machine Of bones and flash Thinking that is me Dark consciousness I, I, I now cannot see the sun It is too late to leave - it is a trap, growing old and die Now clad in flash I cannot freely move around When it is broken down, I have to get another one Too late I realised I, I, I, suffer in the body, dying and being born again My karma keeps me locked in the flesh by unbreakable chain I,I,I, was cheated by illusion's mystic game Now instead of enjoying heaven I am rotting in hell... Oh Krishna please, show me way out...