he called her a princess,
while she called him blind.

cling to your fear, before it disappears.
you feel it pulling, its always there  
it is not always clear, when destiny is near
when you hear it calling will you even care

you can always turn on the path you walk
even if into the trees away from the flock
there's a righteous  path many must walk
in which humanity once took stock


I fear the path I may have to walk soon
for it may lead to my very doom
will I submit to the devil's ruse
knowing this what shall I choose

We're separated by illusions
united by our flaws,
a doubtful optimistic thinking
that the future might be lost.
I'm calling out to god,
please help this lost sheep
deal with his run away thoughts.

in the middle of the night
when everything is at its quietest

i feel a tug at my hair
i feel a nudge in my side
i feel the pull of my hand
i feel a restlessness in my body

something is calling me
a distant land or perhaps a forgotten muse
something is calling me

and i cannot wait to answer

Its funny how I got here.
On a streetcar named desire.
Down town I called to Fear
Ingiting the poets fire.
But through the flames,
Called born-again...
The Love I found within;
Called me.

The Alpha will call, the omega will join,
Together as one, they sing a song,
All now hunted, because of one fateful calling,
Haunting, yet beautiful, they'll ravage,
They'll break, they'll snap and growl,
Stopping for yet no one,
No one but the Alpha Wolf.

The wind calls to me again--
"Come," it whispers,
"O're the meadows,
Better days will surely come,
Play with me,
Your imaginary friend,
Don your dress of scarlet and gold,
Put down your work,
Find a reason to be."

Back I call to the longing breeze,
"The days grow cold,
The others say I'm too old
To play in our meadow.
They tell me
You are not so.
My dress too thin, I shiver beneath,
The scarlet is faded
And so is the gold.
I cannot be,
No, not today can I be."