Voices From The Past

Born into the cradle of rules, No room to question, no dispute Cold stares like a stone cross stand, You just have to learn, endure Voices whisper in my mind, Cradled gently by the madness Life’s debts only grow with time, Past still holds me in its chains Hiding wounds behind a smile, Learned to silence, lost my laughter They never knew, they never saw, Yet their words still haunt my soul Voices whisper in my mind, Cradled gently by the madness Life’s debts only grow with time, Past still holds me in its chains Cycles spinning, same old patterns, Chains passed down through blood and time Someone has to break the bindings, Or the voices will remain Step by step, the whispers fade, No more orders to obey Their old words still echo loud, but Tonight, I choose my fate