August 30th, 2001

unkind, why, fate

(no subject)

Call out in pain
Call out in fear
No matter how far
I soon shall be near

Call out for shelter
Call out for help
My arms will encircle
And defend against without

Call out my title
Call out my name
I shall forsake
Playing my war game

Whisper my name
Or shout, my brother
I shall come
And fulfill my promise