Sometimes when things are quiet
I feel that I can hear
Some voices speaking out to me
And they are very clear
The voices come from no where
They speak of things I see
They speak about the thoughts I have
Or about what’s troubling me
They come to me when troubled
They come to me when I
When I need answers for the things
I wonder in my mind
No they do not possess me
They’re not a personality
That I split to, when I hear them
But they’re sure a part of me
They’re echo’s of the voices
Of people that I know
Or one’s that have gone before me
To eternal rest, although
Although not here in body
Their spirit still is here
It is inside my memories
And I hear very clear
Yes clear the words they tell me
To help put my mind at ease
They do not always please me
But I am always pleased
Their voice, is there to help me
I really seek them out
Most times they usually help me
To find ways to work out
Work out the things I think that
An answer might not be
Be found, if they weren’t there to
To help me so, I see
I see a way to find ways
To work my troubles out
The echo’s of my past do
Do help me, works things out
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2000 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
