a distant call from deep inside.
We follow the whispers we cannot hide.
The journey's end is where we start,
and the place we left a beating heart.
The
waves are calling us once more through hidden paths,
distant shores,
a silent pull,
a quiet sound,
and whispers we are finally found.
The rivers roar, a waterfall,
and orchard trees hear the call,
but still we stand afraid to choose
the path we've been known we may yet lose.
The waves are calling us once more through
hidden paths,
distant shores,
a silent pull,
a quiet sound,
and whispers we are finally found.
