The waves crash violently against the rock's,
Out of the storm, voice's rise;
Drawing me closer & closer to the teeth like rocks
but... the voice's are so beautiful
full of peace and hope that I just can't resist.
There is one voice above the rest that calls to me alone.
It is so sure...
Who could doubt the voice of beauty and truth??
Which is her very essence.
You might not hear it but I do,
The voice that calls to me & to me alone
has coated her promises with a sadness she tries to hide.
In her irresistible call, she also warns:
"Turn back! Live! Come no closer..."
But my mind is muddled,
as I hear an even stronger, louder voice drawing me near,
"Come closer, come to me, I will save you
...& you will save me.
Come closer, brave one,
all will be well."
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