There's a whisper in the wind tonight listen very hard,
And you will hear the pleas of the women men discard.
In their voices there is pain more prominant than fear,
The whispering of the broken echoes loudest here.
I'm in a field of wild flowers slowly dying away,
Such is their fate at the end of spring's days.
The sky's pitch black no moon is in sight,
The openness is eerie and at stray noises birds take flight.
For a fleeting moment the screams reach an alluring high,
Tones so rich with misery are lifted to the sky.
Lay on your back and hold your breath,
You'll see them on the brink on death.
The wind howls loudly and once more there's peace,
Though to some the screams never cease.
If they echo in your ears,
And no one around but you can hear,
They're reaching out to you alone,
The victims, angels carved in stone.
You are their savior if you chose to see,
Through the lies of society...

-I'm_your_knight