Back and forth I turn my head
seeking out that elusive sound,
that calls out to me deep down
urging me on and on,
through the shadows I run
after that voice in the night.
The soft flute-like quality
calms my heart and soul,
taking all of my fears
and washing them away,
yet always she remains
just a voice in the night.
Up and down alleys I roam
looking in each dark doorway,
through empty streets I look
and across bare parking lots,
always do I search and look
for her voice in the night.
Years have passed by
with her whisper in my ear,
yet in all this time looking
I have yet to find her,
so I ask if I am dreaming
this voice in the night.
My heart has grown so heavy
and weary of the task,
yet my feet continue to move
step by step onwards,
still trying to find
my voice in the night.
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