I hear voices

When you saw me walking down the street

And judged me so harshly, when you called me a bum and left me there on the streets

When I was a schizophrenia and you were afraid of me

The voices told me how good you were.

I was there with you.

Why did you judge me so bad?

Because I believe you had?

I heard voices then and now

I couldn’t tell you how

For God told me the goodness of you.

I am there with you

And still those who speak of you

I am crazy.  And what do I say,

I hear voices that say.

I hear voices

They speak of you.

 

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