The month of October, this year

Calling me to answer the Voice.

Somewhere I was lost and confused,

Still running while in this metallic concrete,

This place, a maze and flashy water,

gaining the knowledge, the true wisdom I seek,

My lonely friend crying for the way home.

The days of hope and wild dreams

Still fresh, still misty air flows back home.

Many time back, said a traveler

The road you seek is not where you are going.

The road you seek, very vague, mysterious

But listen to the Voice, the Voice calls you.

This day, I remember my lonely friend

And today I feel him crying again.

Seems a soldier lost the battle here

Of life, the battlefield, the mystique ways

And today I start on this way

Find my lonely friend, give him victory

Promise given to the Voice, the Calling

My lonely friend, home he will reach, with me.

And I will always be the companion

Seek in me your way and I’ll light your way.

The Voice that enlightened me, not earthly,

Walked the misty airs and dewed woods,

My lonely friend, I am with you

Always with you, all this time.

Don’t fear when dark, just trust me.

I’ll lead you back home

To the misty air, dewed woods and mystique peak.

For that’s where you now lay undisturbed.