Whispers

"Just come to me my dear, and you will have no fear."

She walks alone through school; no one seems to think she's cool.

There's something about her that makes my dead heart stir.

"Just come to me my girl, and we will have a whirl."

Her eyes stare down at the floor; everyone thinks she's a bore.

I think she's amazing. She makes my dead voice sing.

"Just come to me my love, and we will soar above." 

My words spread throughout her mind, my words seem ever so kind.

Holding her as tears fall, I whisper one last call.

"Just end it all Marie, forever we will be."