We put our heart and soul into the mud; we can't leave feeling ashamed.

He's our heart and soul. I doubt we could have made it this far without him.

You can transplant your heart but not your soul.

If I can just keep searching for things that move my heart and soul as much as this story, you can't go wrong,

I'm awake, but my soul is still sleeping in your heart.

I might not ever come here again. So I ask you with my heart and soul . . . I want to see this massacre stop. I would like that my life would have served at least for that.