Murmurs

I'm blown away in the breeze
 Trying to lean like Whitman's leaves
 But brittle, broken, wounds all open
 My words still feel so unspoken
 I dreamt I slept through my own death and
 What will it take to save this mess now
 Keep saying I have nothing left and
 Can't hear these murmurs in my head now
 I'm barely hearing this, our tiny lives seem meaningless
 My lungs are gripped, breathing, clipped
 How did I come to feel this
 Help me be the more I was sold
 Make me see there's something in our souls
 Find the meaning, see your worth, know it's deserved
 Fail and falter, we're murmurs in an outburst
 I dreamt I slept through my own death and
 What will it take to save this mess now
 Keep saying I have nothing left and
 Can't hear these murmurs in my head now
 I dreamt I slept through my own death and
 What will it take to save this mess now
 Keep saying I have nothing left and
 Can't hear these murmurs in my head now