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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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