Voice
so once again there was nothing, nothing at all...
no survivors in this world.
yet though there was a soft melody
that melody of the sweet and calmful voice
the one you can never hear but is always inside of you.
i guess it is hard to explain...
but it is the one inside of you that you cant resist.
what do they call it?
now i know...
it is your voice,
your independance,
your purity and your virtueious life that you live
dont hide behind those walls.
do cry every day in the corner.
let your voice find you, speek out.
say what you need...
and maybe, you might even find what you need...
hear what you want.
she's what you love,
and hear the whispers you want to hear...
so just speek up...
what are you affraid of?
