Juan Olivarez - Your Voice

I hear your voice,
Anytime,
Of the day or night.

I hear it on the breeze,
In the morning,
In the singing of the song birds.

I hear it,
In the rustling of leaves,
That fall gently, to the ground.

I hear your voice,
In my dreams, still,
It is my alarm clock.

I hear your voice,
Calling my name,
After all these years, I hear it.

I still,
Hear your voice.
I'll always love you, mom, always.

12/6/10 Alton Texas

Juan Olivarez

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