Inside

My voice is old and worn
Tattered and tethered
All frayed around the edges
Crumbling from the inside
Falling apart
Seems like all the promises are swept away
Blown by the darkest storm
The darkest night
Yet inside I hear a still small voice
Calling me
Calling me out
Into the light of day
Into the light of night
To find some hidden treasure
Some secret locked away
Inside
Inside where beauty lies on the purest bed
I catch a glimmer of hope
Flickering across my gaze
Lightens my dawn
Takes my heavy load
Raising me from the heavy fall
Breathing inside a song of hopes certain call
Inside
Glory lifter of my head.

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