Sweet voices in my head,

drowning fears all I dread.

Lullaby I wish you to sing,

so in slumber I may dream.

Whisper to me, my harp

for in you lay my heart.

A stronghold high of vain,

keeps love out and keeps all pain.

Oh my whispering lark,

long I kept in the dark.

From love to hate turned to sin.

My muse, my soul smothered within.

Now muse your words I need

again my soul to feed.

From gracious vice you give,

that I may dream. I may live.