I live in a storm and somehow you always seem to be the eye, a silent fighter that gets me through the harshest days. With a million voices in my head I always feel sure but I would given. Yet somehow I never do your voice was always louder.
I ask for Liberation to come in whatever form to save me, and it gave me you my Whisperer and whenever I hear the voices that's when you come charging in because you're Whisper is what I need your Whisper, something I can feel the quiet words soothe the hurts my Whisperer.