The Voice

There was a little girl
Who owned only one doll
She saw the fire in which it burned
And then a young woman
Lost in a crowd of her elders
Struggling to learn all that they had learned

I know a wife
Whose husband they hanged
She will forever search for the reason
And there's a mother
Now locked in her cell
Hoping to see her son once every season

I see them at night
When the world turns dark
And we cry together in my lonely dream
They whisper to me
The pains they have endured
I weep in silence, while I should scream

Yes there is a ghost
In the darkness of my mind
She resents me much, for having a choice
She doesn't know me
Though her pain is now mine
And all I want to do is to be her voice