I can hear them calling

Far off into the night I can hear them calling
calling out my name
Singing me a mournful song


I can hear a child crying in the night
The pouring rain carries his tears
into the barren night
The howling winds
tell me a story of a sad lost child
each night he would cry out to the stars
pleading for them to carry him home
crying out for them to take him from this world
but each night the stars told him a story...
to follow his heart
And he would be alright again
and if he listened very intently
he could hear the stars calling out his name
showing him the way back
to the place that was his home
so long ago
back to the place he could call his own
the day came
when I could no longer hear
the child crying in the night
The stars no longer call his name
he has returned to the place within his heart
And he finds his peace
in a dream he calls home
Athena Alexa