The Calling
Many a dreams pass at night
muffled voices that plead;
silent hopes for tomorrow,
should the morrow come.
There are the soft whispers
that echo in my ears
a longing, a cry
for yet another day.
As dawn draws near
and the rays soon peep
i awake from deep slumber
and tell my heart to be still.
muffled voices that plead;
silent hopes for tomorrow,
should the morrow come.
There are the soft whispers
that echo in my ears
a longing, a cry
for yet another day.
As dawn draws near
and the rays soon peep
i awake from deep slumber
and tell my heart to be still.
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