Yours Is The Voice (1 of 3)
Who could call out
The true name
Of my tears
They arrive,
Welcome
Like rain falling
To a barren land
Like my own heart
Yours is the voice
I hear, soft and close
Like a whisper
Lost as I am
Among the crowds
Of silence
While the world lie sleeping
As I am out wandering,
Your voice is the stars:
From far, far away
They burn their light
So I may find my sight
In the deepest of nights
Your voice
Is my lullaby
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