Voices
The top of my head is open
And all of the voices pour in
Their stories are aching me to get out
But my story must be told first instead.
So I slam my head closed with an impact
And my inspiration leaves me as well.
The top of my head is open
And all of the voices pour in
Their stories are aching me to get out
But my story must be told first instead.
So I slam my head closed with an impact
And my inspiration leaves me as well.