Kill the Noise

Kill the Noise
©1997
by:
John McCullough
When I talked too much
I cannot hear the mission
When I close my eyes
I lose my inhibitions
When I shut my mouth
I hear without conditions
Why do I ruin my chances for survival
Early departure means dead on arrival
The word in the book only comes with one edition
A small still voice
Kill the noise
The deer in the headlights doesn’t hear the voice of reason
They die on the highway either in or out of season
The only protection that I need for my direction
Is a small still voice
Kill the noise
Do this and you shall live
It’s the greatest gift that I can never give
It’s a small still voice
Kill the noise