Can you hear the call?
Can you feel the change in the air?
Down comes the wall,
and the angels move through the fair.
Gathering star dust in their hands,
yet no mortal truly understands,
why?
Can you tell me why?
Can you hear the baby's cry?
Can you see the rays of the first light?
Don't you know we never die?
That is a lie spoken by the voice of the night.
Turn child, turn and walk away.
Go back into the star light,
don't live you first day,
here in this place of the darkest night.
No, no way,
please stay away,
don't sacrifice, don't volunteer,
please don't be born here.
Don't fall through the veils,
and don't incarnate,
avoid that urge to aid this world,
instead do what you intend where you are.