Why must it be like this?
So vulnerable,
Out of place.
I once heard a voice,
Calling my name.
Now it's gone,
Buried beneath a world of distrust.
I wish to hear that voice again
To hold,
To cherish forever.
I wish to feel its surrounding comfort.
In a place where the world can't pry.
So many roads,
Many false trail.
Which way is true?
Where do I turn?
But there is no peace to seek.
Then I hear it.
A whisper.
The Voice.
It calls out to me,
Drawing me closer.
I feel as though mesmerized,
Near to pure content.
The flow of love washes around me.
This is paradise.
And here I will dwell forever,
With those who love me.