A Soft Whistler

One season can be so long,
Falling down deep in the Ocean,
Struck by a hurricane,
Bones chilled by a soft whisper,
Reaching closer the voice flows further away,
No longer showed interest no reason to stay,
As far as I spreaded across the ocean floor,
Mouth covered heard the voice so clear,
A Soft Whistler grew louder and louder,
I now Know who is here,
As Young as i’ve been I long to remember,
Other’s never understand just a strangling member,
A dream that seem far gone at most,
So I sing like a stream leaning to boast,
From a reliable source good or evil,
A history’s well known for ignorant people,
Handle your guilt you’re alive and died inside,
All that pride now can’t provide baby committed suicide.