flight on the wings of light
closer to the edge of night
heart beats with a velvet touch
dreaming kisses softly
for the pain to go, unbrushed

and a whisper seems to be a crowd
underestimating voices
that are not there
but scream too loud

spiral tired circle
spins like fire on the run
tame the beast within
and cage the lustful jaded ones

spending time in memories
spending time in hopeless case
rub the bruises out like dust
welcome in the new born face

and a whisper seems all that i have
underestimating myself
is it over now?
i’ll scream out loud

fire horse is not a last resort
and i’ve no time to delve with that sort

and a whisper seems to be abound
take the voices and nail them in the ground
and a whisper seems to be a cloud
send it into the void
with nothing
but its own sound