A silent voice pierced my soul down the inner
Its static charge left hairs upright
from that of which unseen.
An ancient tone, The mighty drum, left without a song.
Old memory, Its distant fear reminds me of my wrong.
Insanities unfleeting when I gripped this wheel
The shadows fiend off all my dreams in the hall of life.
As years go by, this way of dust craves to see the face.
The mirror of a silent voice that spoke of saving grace