Voices, Voices

I am the tiny voice in your head I have no thoughts where I have tread Nor accounts for what I've said I lay deep down and stay there tight But always far from your sole sight Mostly heard in the late of night I sound like you, that I do know Hidden within, wherever you go When you're afraid, then I show Really listen, you'll be fine Inside I lie where there's no time There's no real reason, nor no rhyme From worried whispers, turn instead You feel the fears and dare the dread Hope for escape when you are...