Voices
(c) May 7, 2001
Who are all those people
chanting in my brain
All those different voices
calling out my name
Am I made to listen
Must it be I who hears
all the distant whispering
that dances in my ears
Do they linger from the past
all my failures and my fears
Or could they be my hopes
and wants for future years
Either way they haunt me
Voices wrought with gloom
Will they ever leave me
or bring impending doom
And this cursed illness
somehow will I survive
Will the choir go away
or stay until I die
by Ricky D. McKean
(c) May 7, 2001
Who are all those people
chanting in my brain
All those different voices
calling out my name
Am I made to listen
Must it be I who hears
all the distant whispering
that dances in my ears
Do they linger from the past
all my failures and my fears
Or could they be my hopes
and wants for future years
Either way they haunt me
Voices wrought with gloom
Will they ever leave me
or bring impending doom
And this cursed illness
somehow will I survive
Will the choir go away
or stay until I die
by Ricky D. McKean
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