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Spirit Voices


I hear them soft
And silent like the breeze
Spirit voices
Are calling me

Is this how
I am to spend my days?
Even fools and angels
Lose their ways

Go home little one
You've told me before
Turn to him
And be free once more

Clutched now
In my life's unraveling yarn
My heart once forsaken
But never forlorn

So you leave me now
To wander 'til dawn
Lost in dreams of him
Spirit voices linger on

~THE FLOWING PEN~
11-24-03







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