Call to the Soul

Though confined, a Soul must fly.

It cannot leave, it cannot see.

The World knows naught, but only rot.

The chains which bind is an illusion of the mind,

So go out and find, anything to remind,

That you are Human, and not a crewman.

Indpendence and dependence coalesce into one,

And form together a catalyst that cannot be undone.

A Call to the Soul is made, sent to the peolpe with aid.

A soundless voice I am, but heard by all in a slam.

I am thought molded into form, and read by those who wish to transform.

Do not cower, and do not shake,

Heed the Call, and it will save you from the fall.