The Voice of Love

So you've been dreaming of the highlands above;
Those valleys and peaks are summoning you.
But a part of your soul is still thinking of
The old, fading world where nothing is new.

And your weary heart knows it's time for a change;
And you're tired of standing in your own way.
The foothills are beckoning, "Come and exchange
Your dark doubts for sweet assurance today."

The wind is calling; the path is waiting.
Heed the cry of Love, and follow it home.
The day is dawning; the night is fading.
Hear the voice of Love, and follow it home.

No need to worry about what lies behind;
Stand in the light of Love and make a choice.
It's simple: you choose to seek, and then you find.
Open the ears of your heart; hear the voice.

The wind is calling; the path is waiting.
Heed the cry of Love, and follow it home.
The day is dawning; the night is fading.
Hear the voice of Love, and follow it home.

What's that other voice you're entertaining now?
Can't you recognize its subtle, sinister tone?
Find your strength in weakness; valiantly avow
That Love possesses you now; you are not your own.

The wind is calling; the path is waiting.
Heed the cry of Love, and follow it home.
The day is dawning; the night is fading.
Hear the voice of Love, and follow it home.

Hear the voice of Love:
"Follow...Follow..."
Hear the voice of Love:
"Follow...Follow..."
Hear the voice of Love, and follow it home.


© 2019 David Acosta Perez