by Christopher Mudiappahpillai



As I lay me down

Where do I begin?

So simply complicated

The voice within

I hear it singing so clear

Invisible like the sound of the wind

We all know

You are there

I just believe

I just believe it

And sometimes I don’t know why

I gotta go with my gut again on this one

Not just a feeling

It’s the reason

We know a line is crooked

‘Cause we know what’s straight

That little voice inside

As I lay me down

I confess

I’m a fool for you

No more, no less

And in this world turning gray

Strikes a chord when I say

There is black,

There is white

There is wrong

And there is right

There is no alibi

If it’s not the truth it’s…

Falling for the truth again

Not by the wisdom of a man

Or a machine

The evidence of things unseen

The more you look

The more you’ll see

If there’s ever been a time it’s now

I hear that still small voice inside