In you I heard an echo of a voice i thought was lost to me
A voice that only runs through dreams
It anchors my drifting mind
A balm to every wound
This voice
It bends my ear to its sweet alluring tone,
Softer than prayer
This voice
Lifts my face to the sun
This voice
Nearer than memory
One I hoped to hear again when comes my time
But that voice can only belong to one, so who is this that I hear in you?
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 2:44 AM UTC
In you I heard an echo of a voice i thought was lost to me
A voice that only runs through dreams
It anchors my drifting mind
A balm to every wound
This voice
It bends my ear to its sweet alluring tone,
Softer than prayer
This voice
Lifts my face to the sun
This voice
Nearer than memory
One I hoped to hear again when comes my time
But that voice can only belong to one, so who is this that I hear in you?
