Mar 2015
Voices of the past I hear
When I close my eyes
They haunt me like a bad dream
But when I stop to think
Who I am
Who created me
Who forgave me
They stop
And I have peace
When I close my eyes
They haunt me like a bad dream
But when I stop to think
Who I am
Who created me
Who forgave me
They stop
And I have peace
