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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I hear them too.