I feel the beconing, summoning pull

and I muster all my strength

to run from this calling

that tugs at my heart

I can't understand this hunger

I feel the brocken pieces

of my hardened, ugly, blackened heart

the emptiness void of peace

that strains to hear a whispered voice

But I don't want to feel this

the gentle sweetness of

love divine, that reaches out

my suppressed heart aches

for this release

the throbbing thirst longs to be quenched

But I don't want to feel this

Don't ignore the love that calls to you

In our stupidity we are too afraid of change

in our pride, we can't admit our need

too strong to admit our desires

we struggle on to find our way

too afraid to long for this

to look, but not see

to search, and never find

to thirst, and never be quenced

to stop fighting, and be conquered

to trust, and be betrayed

to hope, to dream, to believe...to be broken

as I hear the Healer say in a Quiet Whisper

"I love you."

So I'm searching

grasping on to anything

clinging to anyone

but finding nothing without you

I must be strong, I must be in controle

I must have it all under controle

I can not bare rejetion,

can not risk my heart

or let it hear this

Quiet Whisper