The Calling

The Calling I hear the calling She is out there in the wind The darkness though Hides her inside my very thoughts My dreams escape only at the light of day Where I wonder Was she there at all My life has been this journey Seeking the calling of the one in the wind Her voice does sing, and the pain of loneliness Is my very own chamber of horrors, that stings I would fly away, if only, if only My broken wings would mend My heart is silent for it does not move There is no beat, no flow of love or tear No bonds to hold me to your breast so dear I have given this world a million smiles and facades I have cried for the pain of all the woeful stories untold Burdened it seems, with angel duties I am no longer with strength to hold or hope I feel the dust inside my mouth I hear the calling The kiss comes too late To wet my soul Thus is I who must let you now go To the depths of torment far deep and down below