The heavenly voice
Its silence grants us choice
As leaders of our destiny
We must listen carefully
The voice is very old
Given the truth, to uphold
Allowing silence to steep
We meet, when asleep
It grants only one thing
The power not to cling
When we listen carefully
It speaks of our destiny
Becoming a child, we listen
Passing the test of suspicion
The voice will take us far
Back to who we truly are