Whispering
I wish I could write for years and years, scribbled words never turn to tears
But my pen it sighs scribbled sorrows, and my parchment it sings sad songs
And I weep, and I sing and I sigh as I write, carefully putting one word before another, whispering.
I wish I could walk for miles and miles, familiar roads never lose the way
But my path it strays wayward, and the verge full of thorns
And I stumble and I bleed and I tarry as I walk, carelessly putting one foot before another, whispering.
Such a very long way to there, where I’m going
Heart on my sleeve and hat in my hand
So many wise words unspoken, not knowing
Stones in my pocket and dreams in the wind
I wish I could fly up to the stars, mended wings never let you down
But my screams they shatter the heavens, and my doubts they hide the sky
And I reach and I fail and I sigh as I fall, hopelessly putting one prayer before another, whispering
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