Originally posted on bearspawprint:

 
I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name

“Listen, my child,” you say to me
“I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call, and I’ll set you free”

I am the voice in the wind
and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain

I am the voice in the fields
when the summer’s gone
The dance of the leaves
when the autumn winds blow
Ne’er do I sleep thoughout
all the cold winter long
I am the force
that in springtime will grow

I am the voice of the past
that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood
in my fields
I am the voice of the future,
bring me your…

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