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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
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