My head swims. First comes the worry...then I hear the whispers of doubt. They are quiet at first, then they become louder... Then they are screaming. Doubt that I'm loveable, doubt that I'm worthy, doubt that I could ever be loved. I never doubt your love... I merely doubt that anyone could or would ever be willing to love me. When I don't get to hear your voice the doubt comes in to cover the memory of your words. I need you. I need to hear your voice so it can stay above the din. Your voice calms me, it soothes my soul.
Abba I need to hear your voice. Please make it clear. Please make me long for you like I long for my love. Let me ache to hear your voice.
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