The Voices Will Live On

The voices, scattered throughout the halls
Whispers going through our ears and out the other end.
Never know what the tell

Be cautious of these voices, ranging from different octaves.
They tell a story, a secretive hint from others
Never let them be known to the human eye

Telling you back and forth. What's right anymore?
Swarming your mind in confusion and blankness
They haunt you in a periods time.

But what can they say? Can you hear them as well?
Let them take their course
Please free them, take them away

This voice, sweet sounding. What’s right is always to come with this voice.
The voices will take over eventually,
Tell them who is boss.

The ending of a day, or the start of another morning
They’ll always be with you in everything, anything.
Just let them be, let them take pride in you.

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