My dear friends, raise your sagging spirits, think you never fell,
Coz that’s what can save you from your death knell.

Believe me friends, it’s the loud whispers that may surround you someday.
It’s not a dream, you will learn as you make your way.

They are knives put on your edge but know
that they do not let you fall off that edge;
You drag your mortal self through this path and long to put an end to all the rage;
You wish to stop all these whispers that tear your entrails like beast’s claws;

But wait, my friend, always know that only when you finish your trek on this awful path
the loud whispers turn to loud applause.

It seems a dream but perhaps you never understood
that all these whispers were just praises that were under cover all the while -
You made them undergo a metamorphosis and now it’s your time.