As he walked the streets alone,
He heard a whisper, an awful tone,
He hears it while the world roaring,
He heard it calling.
As he wrote on paper,
He is unreal life's creator,
He hears it while the world roaring,
He heard it calling.
He looked into the mirror seeing another's eyes,
It gave him a surprise,
It came out with a crawl,
Waiting for the best of all,
He heard it while the world was roaring, it used to call for him.
