Voice Of The Past

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Voice of the past

For years there was silence, silence in my head
Peaceful mind, perfect balance, no remains of the past

There aren't my thoughts, there isn't my will
I'm that poor little puppet, ready to kill
Voice of the past
I hear some noice
Voice of the past
I have no choice

The dark cloud was gone, the rain had finally ended
The wind whispered gently as it started to change direction