I hear a voice coming from the river
Far through the valleys, far far away
So weak, it could knock down trees with his quiver
Fear is the word he spreads through the leaves

I held my hand out to the world
Dirt on skin, dust in eyes
As I fought, fought to remember
What the days were like
The days before the world wept

I see the rays bleed through the clouds
High in the sky, high high up
Their touch is dull, but its burn is loud
Hide is the word they speak to the grounds

And I held out my hand
With evеry passing day it never waverеd
The dust would grow stronger
Bring clouds between my reach and the light

She is calling, she is calling
For my return
And her voice will carry on

She is calling, she is calling
Out to her home
As a remnant lost in time
I feel the tremors from Mother's roots
Buried deep, down down below
They shake in silence through her deadly fingers
Run is the word she roars to the crowds

And I'll hold out my hand
If my fingers should ache
And my grip starts to weaken
I will hold my hand to the world

The seasons would change like clockwork
Tick tock, tick tock
The clocks keeps ticking

Sirens now calling our names
And we run, we run
To answer their call

As long as the seasons still change
Till all my memories wither away
I'll hold out my hand and marvel at the days
The days before the world wept

She is calling, she is calling
For my return
And her voice will carry on
She is calling, she is calling
Out to her home
As a remnant lost in time