I search for beauty, I search for truth
There must be a proof
I need a reason to survive, to stay alive
I know what must be done, before the morning comes
So I look for self-respect, as I reflect
All the wrecked lives that we live, the waste and greed
I've been down but not like this before,
Can't take it anymore

Still small voice
Rise inside and calm this tortured soul
Give me just one last choice
Whisper soothing words and take control of me

I sit here waiting for a sign, something divine
Thunder's cracking in my head, I must be dead
But as the pain subsides, I begin to realise
There's a gentle tone I hear it sounds so clear
All at once I feel sublime
The voice is mine
And will I find myself my way
And greet a brand new day

Tell me still small voice
Rise inside again and calm my soul
Give me just one last choice
Whisper soothing words and take control of me

Still small voice
Rise inside again and calm my soul
Give me one more choice
Whisper soothing words and take control
Take control of me.

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Writer(s): HENRY PRIESTMAN