They are screams from years of pain
They are cries from the helpless
They are whispers on the wind
That only a poet can hear
Because we write what we hear
We write what we feel
And we feel your dying whispers on the wind
So reach out to me
Reach out to the pen and paper
We hold out to you
Become a poet
Let the whisper on the winds
Echo in words
That you write
Be proud of your pain
Your hunger for suicide
Your thirst for freedom
Let those whispers be silence
Let them be heard
Silence the screams
All the cries for help
End it before it goes to far
Hear the whisper on the wind
And save someones life
Save them from their own pain