The Call


Silent, calm, and still
Or wildly crashing hard
She calls to me each day
She probably always will
Dark as night, or crystal
Sometimes the bluest of blues
She calls to me each day
She probably always will
Warmed by the sun there's still a chill
Fluidly moving, or hard as stone
She calls to me each day
She probably always will
Oh beautiful lady
Oh haunted lake
I can hear you whispering
You are calling me

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