Here I sit in the dark,
Crying every night,
Looking for love,
No one can hear me,
I hurt on my own,
And all that I want,
Is someone to love.
There are things in this world,
That require belief,
Things that remain unexplained,
And to some look to deep,
These things seem supernatural,
As if by God’s hand,
Are these things just complex,
Or more miraculous,
Will we ever know the truth,
It’s not so bad to just believe.
There’s a whisper under my bed,
Right beneath where I lay my head,
It talks to me as I sleep,
And whispers things when I wake.
There’s a whisper silent and still,
Right now talking within my skull,
It gives me ideas to write,
And helps me share for you to read.
There’s a whisper inside of me,
Right where no one can see,
It speaks with my tongue,
And writes for me in my hand.
There’s a whisper on this page,
Right in these lines I’ve laid,
It speaks to you,
And was placed by me.