A THOUSAND WHISPERS
Endless nights spent hoping,
Endless nights spent praying;
So many voices echo inside my head, it’s just so hard to understand what each individual whisper is saying.
To become the greatest I have to make this next letter show a little more emotion than the last;
I am redesigning my future, as I do not want to be judged on my past.
I have made mistakes, but I am only a man;
I have spent the last few years in negotiations with God, trying to persuade him to change my master plan.
I use angels as my defence lawyers, whilst my doubters make up the prosecution;
So many darkened days spent scanning the night skies, desperately searching for an absolution.
If the grim reaper comes looking for me anytime soon, then I am afraid he will just have to wait;
I still have a legacy to fulfil, and even death can’t mess with that fate.
Sometimes these verses overflow from my dreams and end up on this piece of paper;
Angels use evaporation to lift these words up into heaven, after turning this ink into vapour.
The path behind me is now filled with memories, but if I keep moving forward all I will see is an open road;
They say that heaven has a security gate, well it just so happens an angel has already whispered me the code.
Thousands of whispers make up my dreams, it’s like trying to sleep in grand central station;
Doctors always asking how can I fly, without any knowledge in aviation.
Spiritualists tell me I am not of this world, but believe me I am;
If you were to read between these lines, you will realise I am just a man.
A thousand whispers soak into this letter, the key to my dreams is no longer a mystery;
An Angel gave me this piece of paper, and told me to
BARRY MOWLES ©2012