voices in the air

We no nothing about anything when we are born,

we cannot stand by ourselves so adorn.

We learn to be or not that's right,

and we break away when the time is right.

but the voices say things sometimes very unclear

they seem so close at times when we hear.

We struggle and fight and we try not to lose

sometimes life is hard and we feel so used,

but the voices say things sometimes very unclear

maybe we are afraid and try not to hear?

We sink lower into a tunnel of doom

Depression sets in, we see nothing but gloom,

if we hide in our selves, maybe the bad will go away

and life will get better after that day,

but the voices say things sometimes very unclear,

only this time we try so much harder to hear.

We listen to see what the voices do say

the words are so glorious, as the fear disapears

Was it God that we heard year after year?

those words in our heads that weren't so clear?

maybe it was what we learned when we were so young,

and now we know for tomorrow we have fun.

Our heart opens up to a better life now,

as we let those voices in to show us all how.

Some say it is angels, showing our path

they're Gods little messengers talking so fast.

When we stop to smell roses and take in the time,

we can march in a world that isn't so kind.

By doing whats right, when all looks so bad,

we can see theirs no reason to feel all the sad.

So when they say your crazy for hearing such things

tell them their just voices, the ones with the wings.