Whisper - The von Trapps

Soft as a whisper, my will to defy

Pierced by the God’s silver javelins I cry

Lord, don’t leave me behind

Please let me find you in reason and rhyme

How can a bird fly afraid to use both wings?

How can a man toil with no hope in a dream?

We all can hear 'cause after all, it’s raw within us

Why does the meaning turn to flame?

We’re born but the world’s gone with us

We’re the clouds of our dust

We’re the best of our kind

We believe the faces on the edge of our hearts

Ah ah ah ah aaahhh ahhhh

I spin the threads though they be dread or be divine

I doubt the strangers find a home as I found mine

Oooh oohh

Ahh ahh ah aahhh

We all can hear 'cause after all, it’s raw within us

Why does the meaning turn to flame?

We’re born but the world’s gone with us

We’re the clouds and our dust, we’re the blessed and the cursed

We are what we need and face it

What the end generates

We are what we believe it and face it

What the end generates in our heart