Speak With Me

Come, speak with me, don't turn away,
I need your words each day,
The words that calm my troubled heart,
The words for which I pray.

The gentle rhythm of your voice,
Hypnotic sounds of peace,
They soothe the trembling of my soul,
And of my fears, release.

Intoxicating melodies,
The sounds of inner joy,
And as you speak and comfort me,
Depression you destroy.

The breeze may sing a quiet song,
The sun may warm my day,
But only you can quell my fears,
And make them go away.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul