Michael McParland


Calling Voice


A familiar voice calls to you.
What will you do?
Holler back and take the slack?
Or run and hide turn your back?
It's up to you to see it through.

It's calling now to only you.
Will you look now to find the truth?
To find lifes answers and make it smooth.
I hope you will I need it too.
Together we'll finally beat the blues.

In our love we'll smoothly cruise.
I'm calling now to let you know.
I'm always here and my love does show.
Will you stay or will you go?
Please humor me and let me know.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, July 22, 2014

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