Voices Of The Unheard

Soft tiny whispers, covering the ears
Making no noise, silently crawling upon the next
Watching every movement while seeking for a momentary bliss
Hopping like greyhounds, finding no more than tears

With the sound of the wind and the simple rustling of the leaves
Lay a lonely spirit, hexed by the unforgivable priest
Battling to be alive, alone and with every cry
Treasures were finally opened to the beggar's eyes.

And with the speed of a bullet, the mystery were unfold
The lights were seen and the memories were sold
The giant was caught running faster than the limit
The immortals were bewitched and the innocents had stopped believing

Granting every wishes, the master had failed
Doomed with sorrow, whispers had grew stronger than ever
Reaching the balconies of those unsolicited maidens
Grasping for words with nothing but bare wounded hands

The phantom was triumphant upon hearing the good news
The stories were heard and the rumors were true
Beneath the grey sky, one blind man had seen the daylight.
Living not for tomorrow but fighting for today.

And finally, the storm had stopped
For a minute, For a second -- how far can it last?
The powers ran out, but the souls were awakened
The footprints were traced and the shadows were seen

Old photographs were filmed, the nature had stay green
The statue had smiled and the sea was beaming
No more clatter now, only scratches and few jinx
Hail to the glory and the sky was cleared