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 every passing day, it never wavered
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
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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
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The seasons would change like clockwork
Ticktock, ticktock, the clock keeps ticking
Sirens now calling our names
And we run, we run to answer their call
As long as the seasons still change
'Til 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
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