Like quiet whispers
That echo among the halls
Inside my mind
Questions and answers have blurred
And become one lonesome call
Emenating from somewhere inside
That I cannot fully reach
I search for you
With tired arms and silent lips
But always seem to come up
Empty handed and unfulfilled
I missed the day faith was for sale
Everyone snatched it up
And left nothing for me
And you, my love
Are not willing to share what is
Rightfully mine...
Your heart