The void whispers silently, urging us to lend an ear
stripping every moment of its resounding meaning
There are days when the whispers make the music disappear
making us a little less eager to keep breathing

The void lurks in the shadows, plotting our soundless demise
as we sing out compassion at the top of our lungs
There are nights when the whispers drown out our urgent war cry
silencing the meaning that we wore when we were young