The Voice
There once was a voice that called through the night,
but only an echo returned.
Carrying over the fields and the trees,
left one thing the voice had yearned.
Searching the land and loosing it's way,
into shadows of the dark it would roam.
Lost and afraid it strayed from the land,
as the voice fought to find its way home.
Screaming and calling hoping to be found,
but stumbling into sorrow and fear.
Though this brave voice wouldn't give up,
discouraged, it shed its first tear.
Quiet is the voice that calls,
but loud is the strength within.
When finally one day an answer is heard,
the voice will be glad it didn't give in.
but only an echo returned.
Carrying over the fields and the trees,
left one thing the voice had yearned.
Searching the land and loosing it's way,
into shadows of the dark it would roam.
Lost and afraid it strayed from the land,
as the voice fought to find its way home.
Screaming and calling hoping to be found,
but stumbling into sorrow and fear.
Though this brave voice wouldn't give up,
discouraged, it shed its first tear.
Quiet is the voice that calls,
but loud is the strength within.
When finally one day an answer is heard,
the voice will be glad it didn't give in.