February 23, 2014


There is a voice that lives inside,
I know not if in the brain or heart!
Time and again, it does confide
When to stop and how to start
No rhyme or reason to its ways
It is always loud ad clear
I blindly listen to what it says
Albeit with a shudder and fear!
And one day I wake up happy
To see its words prove true
Times betwixt may have been crappy
But suddenly gone are the blues!

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