Whispers.
In the quiet of the night,
I hear whispers,
“Child, the world is cruel, but you have to have find your way.”
In the quiet of the night,
I hear whispers,
“Look at you, a candle meant to light the world.”
In the quiet of the night,
I hear whispers
“Bright days shall find you.
For sorrows, pain, lack, grief, sadness,
Are not written on stone.”
