Your Voice

Your Voice-Tim Monzingo

Your voice is like an echo through the trees,
Like a song upon the seas
Like a rolling summer breeze
Like a whisper on the wind
Strange and yet akin
To my tortured mortal ears
Yet through all my dreams and fears
There is your voice.

Through the rolling evergreens
Drowning out my silent screams
Your quiet lullaby
Ringing in the clear blue sky
Like an angels singing voice
Words clear and ever sweet
There is your voice

Beneath a canopy of leaves
Your beauty in their eves
With sunlight falling down
Washing o’er your silvery crown
A lovely singing sound
With love and hope abound
There is your voice

A cool refreshing breeze
Rolling through those evergreens
Splashing round my ears
Washing off my hate and fears
Bringing life to me again
Washing off my tainted skin
There is your voice





You sing to me at night
In the cold and silver light
When the stars and moon are bright
And though I shiver with affright
There is your voice

Like an angels lullaby
In a clear and cloudless sky
Rolling cross theses distant lands
Through forest, swamp and sand
Ringing in my ears
Through agony and cheer
Calming my restless heart
Though we maybe apart
And that is your voice.