The Voice
I would die again,
If I only knew what was left
And that amongst the divinity of powerless foe
That I be vanquished beneath the Lords hands,
My passion lies not in the robbery of my soul
But in the boundaries of my swollen heart
Love’s strength binds my soul
My very being into existence,
Mindful of the life I have lived.
Now, and forevermore
I fight for your strong elegance,
Your peaceful beauty
In hopes that one day your eyes
Will see that you were never alone
That through shame’s lustful ignorance
I still remain
A whisper
Your shadow lurking behind you
The voice playing over again in the back of your mind
