Something calls though I don't know why
Slowly surely, a gentle cry
Too late now, I cannot flee
Patiently, it waits there, waits for me…
Distant whispers around my head
Countless words but nothing said
Here I stand, but I must go on
Drawn by the lure of a warm and familiar song
I know this feeling well
It is something real
Something real to me…
Voices call but I don't know why
Sad and mournful that gentle cry
Too late now I cannot break free
Silently this mystery waits for me
I know this feeling well
It is something real
But unrevealed
Oh so real
Something real to me…

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