A Voice

Their is a voice my head, although it had read the message. Their is a voice, I keep hearing, as if it's talking to me. A voice is physical too, just me, and you. The way we communate is by a voice, which is by choice. A voice can be hard to find, it's in the mind. Their is a voice in the sky, their is a voice I can not lie. Their is a voice in my head, although it had read the message. Their is a voice that can lead the way, from the phone, or that's what they say. Let the voice be heard, as you sing with the birds.

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