The Voice
Often in the mornings
I can hear a voice filled with tears
This voice says to me to go
To go away, to run, to hide
You are not safe here
Not safe from the master
The master of the domain
The master is nothing to fear I will say
There is nothing the master can do to me.
The master is coming for you
The master is coming to harm you.
I wander aloud what I have done to make the master so mad
Just a simple word of what
"You are not welcome here no longer", the voice will say
But what will become of you if I leave?
What will happen to you when the master tires of you?
The great master of emotion
The great master of the game
The great master of destiny
The great master of fate
The master knows what he does when the act is committed
The master only knows how to destroy
The master only knows how to take without returning
The master only knows how to bring forth pain
The master is just a puppet for another