Little voice
Within this protective dome of brain and bone,
Sit two voices, I cannot call my own.
From the age of six you both arrived,
In the attics dark cupboard, the usual place I\'d hide.
First said, don\'t worry I\'ll protect you from this evil one,
Do as I say and we will be joined together long.
Another voice, one of reason, sat talking by my side,
Listen to what I say, your happiness will along ride.
For near a half century these voices talked for all the day,
only when in the arms of morpheus did their noise away.
Removing confidence with words of a derogatory nature,
When trying to progress and not leave the tasks till later.
You tell me I cannot write, you tell me I cannot draw,
you cannot dance, you cannot sing for all this world and more.
Each day the same, I thought no rest from you, I will ever gain,
Even when hitting my head against the wall, you still remained.
Why did I do such a stupid thing,
Why did I listen to its lies within.
Selfishness sees a kindred spirit,
Together joined they have no limit.
A new born\'s cry broke this chain,
Forever in his love I will remain.
The voices are still here within
I pay them no mind for life is not without its sin..