From the void, desires are being born
Each breath that one takes, another is taking form
But in the space between all thoughts, on the crest of every wave
A quiet voice is speaking out amidst the chaos and the pain

And if you notice it sometime, it does not judge, it does not blame
Your regrets and your desires, to it they seem just the same
But in the space between all thoughts, on the crest of every wave
A quiet voice is speaking out amidst the chaos and the pain

And it’s asking you a question: are you the one I’m looking for?
If you’re not I will stop asking, and I will trouble you no more
A simple willingness to listen, and a little time to kill
are the only requirements you might need to fulfill

If you think you might be willing, if you could maybe spare the time
To have a little conversation with the voice of the divine
But I know you are so busy, and I see your heart it isn’t mine
So I guess I’ll go and ask another, if they’d like to see me shine

I might stop back to see you, on the flip side of a rhyme
But chances are we will not meet again until the moment that you’re dying

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