whispers arise
the music is for the sad man lying helpless with nothing but hope, plain hope feeding lice and gnats and flies and ulcers and of course worms. things come and hit hard and overcoming becomes even harder but he sings on full of truth and kindness and painful honesty; all peculiar weaknesses that never aided a man.. only sank him into distress till he writhes out slow Ha! niceties that fed a man to grains. but his whispers rise on.. P.S Misfortunes are a real man's way of trudging through life.