The Voice was calling me to birth
Clip frames are flash from children earth
And tears of God Which ask to love...
Forgive me, Lord, Your pain I've got
And maybe I have crossed the line
Of circle when I found time
To touch the mystery of flame,
To touch your loneliness and save
You're calling me come back to home
Who makes this voice inside my own?
I was not able to betray
Just hearing silence day by day
The dance of power again
The God is sculptor, we are clay
My nature is the best for you
To save the God from human truth
I'm waiting time, I know, my love,
Your voice was same the voice I've got
The Voice
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