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Whispers
A child crawls slowly
In the middle of the night
Weeping all alone
Searching for parents
Trying to find shelter
Looking for a home
Darkness falls
Like a blanket on the night
Blocking out all light
Familiar feeling
Blanketing the soul
And the blood runs cold
This empty life is like a whisper in the wind
History repeats and the story gets old
It’s up to me to rise and take control
This loneliness not made for the bold
A young old woman
Rises out of bed
And shakes her weary head
There’s nothing left for me
That’s all or so she says
And hangs her head in dread
Rolling thunder
Is the beat within my pride
And I just cannot die
This empty life is like a whisper in the wind
History repeats and the story gets old
It’s up to me to rise and take control
This loneliness not made for the bold
(bridge)
Surrounded by the laughter of those left far away
Who render useless meanings of love in their decay
We all walk the tightrope that tolls the final bell
Save me from my torment my heaven in this hell
This empty life is like a whisper in the wind
History repeats and the story gets old
It’s up to me to rise and take control
This loneliness not made for the bold