Your whisper not loud enough
For there are blowing winds
And beating wings
Distance between the mouth and the ear
If what was said is of importance
I'm sorry, my love
I can't hear
Not with these angry cars
And jackhammers
Beating up the streets

Your voice not musical
Not memorable
Not special enough to be heard
When the message sent does matter
And nothings more important
The matter of the fact
There are birds singing
And evil radios
And all matter of interference
Good or bad
There's always something standing in the way

Now you are screaming
Like the wind and the light
Touching four senses
Lacking sense of touch
Its nothing I can feel
Its only the empty hands of ghost
The broken and her fear
The loving and her loss
You can shout at the top of your lungs
All the words that speak your soul
But you'll be shouting into darkness