You're the voice in my mind

When the world is cold, and unkind

And you showed me a way, to be free

Like a word from a poem

You're the wave, and you are the foam

And you break on my shore, touching me

If I, if I have been alone

You were there, you gave life to stone

If I, if I have been lost

Your words were a compass, while wild oceans tossed

Like a mirror in shards

Like a fragment of sharp broken glass

You cut deep, to the quick of me

But I swear by this verse

You freed blessing bound up in curse

And your words were the lock, to my key

I saw a kite sailing way up on high

But its sharp string cut the air with a sigh

And a bird flew, mocking me on the wing

Said my words are of lead, because I cannot sing

You're the voice in my mind

When the world is cold and unkind

and you showed me a way, to be free

Like a bird on a wire; like a drunk in a midnight choir you have succeeded in your own way to be free...