I should think of a child
But no, it is just a little lady
“You are not welcome here”
Isn't much of a greeting
As she tells me her patience
With my presence is fleeting
How all the voices of the world
Can be drowned out by a single whisper
I drive myself to deafness
On account of a whisper
Wayward child, I pray for you
But I fear my prayer has been
Drowned out by your Whisper
Drowned out by a whisper
Were once my hopes and dreams
The specter of your figure
Melts the stitching of the seams
All that holds my innards together
What is left of my cheer
Has been drowned out by a whisper