Voice
I am a voice, waiting to be heard, melodious for eternity.
I wonder if laughter is sharing in disguise
I hear the voices of ones long gone.
I see the fruit of our ancestors take root.
I want no greed, nor jealousy.
I am a voice, waiting to be heard, melodious for eternity.
I pretend to stand fast like a palm tree in a hurricane.
I feel the spirits waiting inside me.
I feel the satin by which the soul is woven.
I cry for all the things lost, distant and near.
I am a voice, waiting to be heard, melodious for eternity.
I understand true love with all my heart.
I say prayers of understanding.
I dream that good things really were what they seemed.
I try to change people for the better.
I hope for world peace to spread to the four corners of our earth.
I am a voice, waiting to be heard, melodious for eternity.
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