Voices float across on the wind
They call me out as it's time to begin
Stop your toil there is no further need
Our path ahead wills us to succeed
Lead us forward in this our mortal coil
On a righteous road that will be our foil
Know that these voices we strain to hear
Are kindly and from which we shouldn't fear.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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