The Voices

There are voices fighting on me,

Struggling against each other,

They both want to be heard by me,

Suggesting of which to utter.

I’d like to taste the sweetest fruit;

But here comes the witch poisoned me,

My eyes ached – forget what’s the root,

Deceived by lies and fallacy.

Every time I’m in the dark road,

It seems there is a voiceless shout,

Calling my name – there is no doubt –

With tenderness in every word.

Confusion, deceit, delusion,

Offers the way to destruction.

Grievance, under the deepest pit,

Will haunt you down meanly and rip.

Wisdom, love, faith, kindness and truth,

Will lead the way from South to North.

Following the voice from above –

Hearing, listening the voice of Love.