Amidst a billion screams are the whispered few
Whispers carried by the wind and ocean blue
Who live their lives each day by day
With friends that know not of their secret play
They spy a smile, a twinkle or two
But none suspect the fellowship in you
Caught in a world, in a land of our own
They escape the plight of our crumbling stone
A realm where there is no dark, no light
A fellowship that needs no touch, no sight
They meet and bond in their timeless escape
Avoiding the horror of a mother's rape
Amidst a billion screams lay a whispered few
Whose whispers meet whispers in an unlikely brew.