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