Whispering Voice

Ezra Briscoe

Whispering voice in the wind You said that you are the beat That would rock my world But now my world is falling apart Whispering voice in the wind You promised to be the sun in my day But now my sky is gray Leaving me to say You've truly break My heart I guess You whispered to me a lie Those words that was said Wasn't straight from your heart I must confess that by your words you had me fooled for a while With trustful heart I believed in you like a child Whispering voice in the wind How could you have done this to me Didn't we agreed from the start We'll never part Now I'm here feeling sad Nursing a bleeding heart Leaving me with a dying heart Whispering voice in the wind You've left my heart Unattended For me what is recommended Now that our relationship has ended I must protect my heart From failing to love again Taking note that a whispering Voice I will not trust again.

2018-10-03 18:37:52

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