The Right Voice
SackJo22
Made by a human
About this track
THE RIGHT VOICE chosen we wander in a web of derision until we are lost in a wind of decision, like dust we are tossed it's a storm of choice which is the right voice to follow? which is the voice? the light filters gently through the glass of shrines the men, they pray gently, their words being mine arcs of a culture embrace me within as the year ends and begins again today you are sleeping in your childhood bed while I try to recall the words I read "you shall not have idols. . . ." we are free to assume the shape of knowledge through time's vacuum the chosen being free to choose the way I choose to look at you today, you're at your father's house worshipping his god I sit there quietly, the prayer surrounding me thinking what you mean to me wondering about destiny listening for the voice to free me __________________________ This is a very personal song that I wrote quite a long time ago. I recorded and released it (on vinyl, no less) with my band at that time. This is a very different version. Not sure that I'm satisfied, but not sure I can do any better right now. It has been my goal to re-record and share this song at this time of year for ov
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