You've said I've gone,
But now I'm here.
A voice of reason,
Reappeared.
The line you drew,
Works no more.
This silly little battle you pose,
Is nothing but a child's prose.
I the voice,
Have reappeared.
The voice of reason,
To make things clear.
What in your life do you compress?
Like all the rest,
I shout higher than all before.
So voice your reason,
And make me doubt.
Another boundary,
I won't get out.
Now listen closely,
And listen dear.
That you cannot make me,
Disappear.