Me + Good Song = Bad Poetry

Let's say there was this song... and it was a good song.. and this was written under it's influence... and then I posted it.. So?

The Likkle Soul

My soul flew free and wandered through the stars,
It skimmed the sun and walked the dust on Mars,
For though my body sat, but in one place,
My soul was let run free its will to chase.

It flitted through the air and saw the world,
Which was before it’s likkle eyes unfurled,
It saw the love on which a friendship’s placed,
So any fear, with ease, can then be faced.

Cause though my problems towered over me,
And seemed so big, the sun I could not see,
She made me see the brighter side of life,
And didn’t let me wallow in my strife.

And sticking there throughout the thick and thin,
She made me see that sadness was no sin,
But sitting there and listening while she spoke,
Gave me the strength to take it like a bloke.

And through the other side to twilight peace,
The likkle soul withstood and gained release.
For love he had to take him through the pain,
And know his friend would do it all again.