Willow Call by Kaleolani
From shining Heaven
my star, it falls,
like a crying heart
of willow call,
the fog lays low
beneath my step,
the weeping rain,
my soil of death.
My raging tied
from the sea of gloom,
the Sirens are calling
to an island of doom,
a great coral reef
might bring down this ship,
will I drown in the ocean?
Will I take my last breath?
The Willowman falls,
a dove brings me pain,
the Echoeman calls,
they're crying my name.