A haunted voice, thin, echoes,
Hanging heavy in the air,
Some fear it entirely,
Imagining it in vivid horror,
Forever foes,
Some stubbornly keep it suppressed,
A world numbed, muted,
Some bravely face it,
A battle that wages a lifetime,
No success,
Some hear it clearly, and make peace,
A life filled with acceptance, of tranquillity,
Not a white flag,
Nor cowering defeat,
But that of a happy life on lease,
All paths converge,
An eternal dance,
The air hangs heavy,
This thing haunted voice,
Echoes.