WHISPERING

Whispering
 Hear the ghosts in the moonlight
 Sorrow doing a new dance
 Through their bone, through their skin
 Listening
 To the souls in the fool's night
 Fumbling mutely with their rude hands
 And there's heartache without end
 See the father bent in grief
 The mother dressed in mourning
 Sister crumbles, and the neighbors grumble
 The preacher issues warnings
 History
 Little miss didn't do right
 Went and ruined all the true plans
 Such a shame. Such a sin.
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 Had a sweetheart on his knees
 So faithful and adoring
 And he touched me. And I let him love me.
 So let that be my story
 Listening
 For the hope, for the new life
 Something beautiful, a new chance
 Hear its whispering
 There again