Norwegian Mulberry
Whispers in the air in a language long forgotten Whispers that would lead the world to it's true glory if one only lent one ear to listen Not two, just the one ear will have to do For the whispers are loud enough to be heard by one ear And yet it's not heard at all, by any one 82 billion years have since passed Not a soul had yet responded to his feeble call Forgotten the dialect stays but still the Whisperer never gives up One day, one person will hear He's weary, so very weary of this overdue and unfinished task So deeply entrusted by The One He cannot give up, not now when he's waited this long Louder he will whisper for that's all he can do Futile it might be for the world is going to get noisier still What chance does He hold of saving the world Close to nothing. So on the lone Whisperer lives With one hope and one supreme message Once it's delivered He'd be set free He would cease to whisper And so he himself will cease to be Which