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The voices
of my distant past,
Keep sounding in my head,
The voices I won't speak about,
The voices that I dread.
With
accusations on their tongue,
They criticize and taunt,
I try to make them go away,
But they forever haunt.
Reminding
me of what I was,
And what I'll always be,
They persecute me every day,
And will not set me free.
They keep
on saying I am lost,
I'll never find my way,
And I will live with what I've done,
And I'll forever pay.
But that
was then and now is now,
I cannot change the past,
I know the things I did were wrong,
With consequences vast.
I want to
make a brand new start,
And live a better life,
I want to change the way I am,
Instead of causing strife.
But I
keep hearing cruel words,
From voices of my past,
I know I'll never overcome,
My future has been cast.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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