A Sound That Isnt by Arthur Isaacson Lyrics

In a voice that needs no sound or words
to be profound and rises to be heard
beyond the chaos or the deeply still,
my mentor speaks with confidence at will.

My companion in the dark or light beside
me, walks unseen but present without pride:
My compass pointing ever to the way
and pleading heed my self and not betray
the omnipresent essence of my life,
though easy paths surround me and are rife.

Guardian of my name that is un-named
that came to me at birth and has remained,
sees what I cannot though I have eyes,
that I am he and all that is implied.