In those days, there was a ghost,

Who rode the wind whispering

Into the ears of women.

To some he would say,

"Give up that which is yours."

To others he would say,

"Take that which is not yours."

And so he came, to me one day,

Whispering in my ear.

I was young and knew nothing,

So even before your birth,

I prepared to give away

That which can not -- be given.

And after you came, I went and looked

Then back to my sterile room to cry.

And though you were far away,

I could hear you crying too.

And when the other woman,

To whom the ghost had whispered,

Came to take you,

I cried harder,

But the ghost whispered again,

So my tears were a mystery.

Six months later I went just to look,

But you slept,

And the other woman

And the whispering ghost

Held me back.

I cried all night as the ghost whispered,

Another mystery.

Never spoke of you again,

But I thought of you often,

Alone and silent my thoughts,

As the ghost had instructed.

I need to scream now, in a loud voice

Because that ghost, he still rides the wind.

I need to send a very loud noise

To fill the air that surrounds the earth,

So that no woman will ever hear

When the ghost whispers in her ear.