These people you do not know
They stand in the shadow of the Whisperers
All their movements whisper
Their words are made of codes

You are not like them
They stick together
You feel rejected by them
But you have a family

A family of the Kind and the Old
Anyone can belong
No one shall be excluded
This is your family, my son

Forget the Whisperers
Their whispers fade
Their gazes like dust
Their words fell silent

I am here for you
The wind of the Old
The sun of the Kind
The love of your family