The voice was too much like someone trying to call the dead.

Apparently the voice on the other end was trying to reason with her.

The voice of reason tried to break through the chaos.

His voice tried to be hard and cracked on the word.

The voices inside the van tried to drive him back.

And the entire time I felt as if a little voice was trying to make itself heard inside my head.

I could hear Jamie's voice, and a lot of others, all trying to shout each other down.

I woke to the faint sound of my own voice trying to call for help.

Her voice tried to convey the question as a joke.

Even the distant voice of my father tried to reassure me.