Where did my Voices go this long?
In the depth of an ocean where they can never be heard
And then one day the angel of music
Crossed that path of land and water
And the voices were heard once more again

But I often think how I survived this long?
Without a weapon against those noises I heard
Luxury was mine at the expense of something basic
My words, they were snatched, minced and served in a platter
And I for all just lived on without complain

If it was not for a soul with a mission
Lost would have remained lost forever
I would have blurred even more from vision
And these words I write would not have born ever