Listen to the whispers

The sun shines through the window
as I get down on my knees.
I pray someone will hear me
but I know I can’t be redeemed.


Chorus: I’m just listening to the whispers
As they flow from the breeze.
I know they’ll never understand me.
I wish they had what I need.


I look at the petals of a flower
and wonder if she still loves me.
I try to convince myself every hour
that she doesn’t matter much to me.


Chorus:


I look into the eyes of the river
and I’m not sure what I’m to see.
I want the picture to be clearer.
I wish that image wasn’t me.


Chorus:


And I know I’m not getting better
and I know my time will end.
But I always will remember
when we were more than friends.