The Whisper in the Wind
Ugly and Useless sting like a knife to the heart,
Millions of lights shatter with the wound,
He helps me up when I get pushed down,
not even knowing me,
he takes a bullet anyways,
The Whisper in the Wind that keeps me going.
I am like a balloon,
always ready to break free,
He is the weight that holds me down.
The Whisper picks up the shards,
Replacing them with his own blinding light,
healing my bleeding heart.
