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I Hear the Whispers

The overcast sky I look upon

Blocking out the sun

Is there such a thing as fate ?

Can prophecies be undone ?

A cold wind is blowing through

All beliefs passed down to me

Dealing with a loss of hope

Deeper than the deepest sea

Bitter cold

To have never been born

Am I living the life I wish ?

Reality has me torn

Bitter pain

To have never been born

Am I living the life I wish ?

Reality has me torn

Sit back and collect my thoughts

Is this where I want to be ?

Am I truly happy with this life ?

Are there better things ahead for me ?

Have I surrounded myself

With the friends and joys I want ?

Or have I trapped myself ?

A life of mistakes to haunt

And I hear the whispers ....

"I was meant for greatness"