My Call to Thee

Figures marked on my path,
Climbing to the sun's light.
Seeking for something out of reach,
For broken wings to take flight.

Whisper to the wind,
Heed my calls,
Deep in the forest's great halls.
Whisper to the wind,
With melody,
Answer my call to thee.

Lost in the darkness in mystical frost
Clinging to the bodies of the dead.
Shivers brew in fragile frames,
As the silent plague is spread.

Whisper to the wind,
Heed my calls,
Deep in the forest's great halls.
Whisper to the wind,
With melody,
Answer my call to thee.

Let the broken take flight,
Away from the debris.
Let the hope be found,
That's my call to thee.