This voice on my shoulder speaks softly to me…
Into my ear, it’s just what I need.
Sometimes I think bad thoughts, of anger or sin…
But the voice tells me different, the right way to win.
When hope seems empty, forgotten and lost..
It picks me back up and dusts me back off.
It has no name I know of, figure or form…
But one thing I do know, is it pushes me on.
Without it I’d fail, would just never have tried…
Empty, a shell, just along for the ride.
To say I don’t need it, don’t want it, ain’t true…
Don’t know why I go on…
But go on I do.