There is a faint voice inside my head
No it’s not me, nor a fragment of my insanity
It’s there, its clear, it’s talking beside my bed
Before i thought it was me, but it sees things that i can’t see
At first i thought i should not listen to this
but it has a way of knowing things directly without basis
And things turn out the way this voice would say
Then I learn to trust this voice come what may
This still silent voice has become a friend now
Most of the time its silent i don’t miss it anyhow
Yet it speaks of love so true,
A constant companion in my lonely journey too
