Earlier in life I heard a voice
beckoning to listen well
Explaining we have a choice
that in the light we shall dwell
That’s when I was in youth
before the cloudy mist
Before the lies and the truth
and expectations on a list
I grew older I heard it again
but my ears would decline
I thought it was just pretend
and the imagination of my mind
Then it became louder than first
I had to stop myself from denying
It slowly turned into a pleasant thirst
and I had to come out from hiding
All the answers suddenly were clear
like the water from a mountain stream
The voice said not to have any fear
It’s your heart stepping out of a dream
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