Now -- I am The Voice

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Now....... I am the Voice


This summer night wind
Blowing messages
From one city to another
Messages of discouragement
Messages of despair

This summer night wind
Invokes images from my past
Suggesting that all will end up saddened
Somehow fruitless and hopeless.....

These messengers
Cut grass, moss and Tiger Lilly
They brush my nose and lick my ears
These (though beautiful) are the liars
Carried upon this gale that once was a friend

I face this squall (daring not to spit)
Inside my mental barricade
I light a faith-candle
Quickening my resolve

This fickle friend can't extinguish my faith
This fickle friend can't do math
In disgust I scream into this gust....

The past does not equal the future
Now..... I am the Voice!!
Now..... I am the Voice!!