When i hear you crying out at the dead of night,
Begging for someone to hear your unholy plight.
The echos ring off of the prison walls of your mind,
As you strain against the chains that bind.
My dear child,
Do not fear the wild.
My daughter,
Come home and dont let your footsteps falter.
Hear my call to you,
The one from before that you always knew.
Hear my whispers in the dark,
And follow the hidden mark.
