The Calling

Through the winds I hear a voice
that echoes softly in my mind
the sound of the spirit calls me near

On blackest nights
On brightest days
the voice calls strong

beckoning
calling
summoning me to obey

Do I have the strength
the will
the desire to resist

Or will I follow the spirits calling
across the windy plains
through the sandy desserts
over the snowy mountains

Will I go to him
wherever he calls
whenever he wants