My days are not always good
Some are hard to comprehend
When my voice is at it’s quietest
I question where I stand
I am nothing without whisper
See I know I don’t exist
If my soul’s not represented
In the silent sound of bliss
If alone without the whisper
It’s as if I’m in the dark
Without a light to guide me
No direction or landmark
So the days I’m having trouble
I still in silence till I hear
The Teacher speak His wisdom
Then my worries disappear
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