Calling

Calling. 

I am not the sum total of my existence

That means nothing

I am not freed by my innocence

That means nothing

When it’s quiet at night and the moon is bright

I have time to think and I think I might be falling

Am I dead and cold, am I frail and old

Was I born a fool or big and bold

I’m calling

Who am I?

I am humble and proud

Just a face in the crowd

And I’m looking for something

To fill up the nothing

Who am I?

Just one life in a swarm

Trying to weather the storm

And if life has no meaning

Then why am I dreaming? 

I am not validated by my religion

That means nothing

I am not vindicated by the company I keep

That means nothing.

When it’s quiet at night and the moon is bright

I have time to think and I think I might be falling

They say it’s a choice of heaven or hell

Well whoever you are and wherever you dwell

I’m calling

Who am I?

All my passion and lust

Cannot keep me from dust

And if truth is believing

Then why am I grieving?

Who am I?

Just one life in a swarm

Trying to weather the storm

And if life has no meaning

Then why am I dreaming?

Who am i?

Who am I?

‘Cause I feel like I’m falling

But still I am calling…