The Voice

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