Echoing voices of the past dancing thru my mind,
Like the winding road throughout time .
Memories neither here nor there are floating thru my mind,
The voices I hear appear to be gentle friendly and kind.
Soft and gently they do speak ,
Advice they give so no one is weak.
I shiver when they are near ,
They draw from my energy trying to appear .
Echoing voices of the past dancing thru my mind ,
Like the winding road throughout time .
Ancestors both near and far reach out to let us know they're here.
Throughout our lives confirming that after death our spirits live on.
Lessons are what we learn on earth so spiritual growth is achieved.
Echoing voices of the past dancing thru my mind ,
Like the winding road throughout time .
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