Voice Of Pain

Was writing the day and the dawn;
God knows what was there beyond.
If ever I had seen the future besides;
Wouldn't have gone through the screamy light.
It urges me to go backward;
To leave the sea shore before the miles.
I cry and cry deep inside;
But the voice doesn't get the path.
To travel the bushy headlights.
Neither could I have controlled the way;
The things that came down to me,
There is a sigh in the voice behind;
Like a murmuring little creature;
Is suffering through the pain inside.