Day by day I hear a voice
it beckons I come home
Pleading that I turn around
that I no longer roam...
Sometimes I hear it in the wind
at night within a dream
A whisper from across the room
beside a gentle stream...
I know this voice that calls to me
and speaks within my mind
The part of me I miss the most
the heart I left behind...
All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2016
Music by George Skaroulis
Music by George Skaroulis