(By SweetGirl)

Your voice is a sound-of wishful Freedom

Not the sound-I run to be free from.

Keep calling-let me hear you

Even your whisper-I am drawn to.

Invade my ears-with your bouquet of Love

That blossoms from your lips-as I look above.

Trying to find you-please keep calling

Your breath like honey-I'm desperately falling.

I run through thorns-picking up the pace

Trying to escape-this meaningless place.

Keep calling-let me forever hear

Your presence is needed-in absence of fear.

Scratches,now bleeding-thorns that crave more

I thrive to hear you-your voice,I adore.

The ground,so warm-beneath my feet

As I chase after the sound-so calm and sweet.

Please keep calling-draw me near

If my ears could see-the voice they hear.

I know to keep running-and not to look back

As the wind,on my side,-blows away my track.

I hear you so close-as I escape the fear

For Freedom calls-my Independence,so near.