It speaks to me each morning,

The dawn of each new day,

Keeping me from eating,

My head is where it stays,

It strips me of my burdens,

Of hunger pangs, of pain,

It guides me to perfection,

It freely takes the reins,

It will be with me forever,

Of this I have no choice,

My friend, my foe, my conscience,

It's her, it's that voice.