In silence they sat, waiting and longing
For a wind to bring them home, a message they itch to hear
Like the owl, they stayed through the night
Awaiting whispers of lies to consume
Alas! The drum beat, beating hard to summon her
The leaves laughed, watching madness among men
In the middle of serenity came the wind
Rushing and whispering secrets of tales long forgotten
In it were lies, whispers of lies
There were men who claimed to hear her
Filling the belly of the vulnerable with their tidings
I hear her speak, It says the word, lies they speak
The whispers of the wind were merely rustles
But men made mockery of another
Wait for a wind to speak
Words she never had