Listening for the call and wild
He moores within his soul
The somber sounds of laughter
Now napping on the knoll
Where once were time and infancy
Now arcs the weary land
A distant remnant and the rise
Of youth along the band
Wrapped around the demon
Now buried in his lap
He hangs upon the journey's end
As guilt wails upon the rack
He knows no way of going back
The call and wild he fears
Caught beneath the tree of life
He half blinks and calms his tears
