In some distant land,
A voice beckons.
A voice so pure,
A voice so tender,
Reflects good omens.
It flows towards me,
On a stream of air;
Carrying concern, carrying care;
Riding an invisible horse.
I feel I see it,
Behind my eyelids.
Filtering through the scene,
To fill my being,
With it’d soft murmurs;
I close my eyes,
It alights on my face,
Kisses my ears.
I smile.
I know it’s mine.
Doesn’t come from faraway.
Comes from within.
Comes from deep within.
Comes from Heart.
Gives lessons, speaks smart.
A pity, alas!
It is a voice,
We conveniently ignore,
Knowing we shouldn’t,
It’s humanity’s lore.
Our Hearts have become
Alien terrains to us;
Our brains rule,
Our feeling are shut!
We crave to conquer,
The world, not our soul;
In this conquest,
We become so hollow,
Our Heart’s voice,
We fail to follow.
