I search for beauty, I search for truth,
There must be a proof,
I need a reason to survive, to stay alive,
I know what must be done, before the morning comes,
So I look for self-respect, as I reflect,
All the wrecked lives that we live, the waste and greed,
I've been down but not like this before,
Can't take it anymore.
Still small voice,
Rise inside and calm this tortured soul,
Give me just one last choice,
Whisper soothing words and take control of me.
I sit here waiting for a sign, something divine,
Thunder's cracking in my head, I must be dead.
But as the pain subsides, I begin to realise,
There's a gentle tone I hear,
it sounds so clear,
All at once I feel sublime,
The voice is mine,
And will I find myself my way,
And greet a brand new day,
Tell me still small voice,
Rise inside again and calm my soul,
Give me just one last choice,
Whisper soothing words and take control of me.
Still small voice,
Rise inside again and calm my soul,
Give me one more choice,
Whisper soothing words and take control,
Take control of me.