He Calls For Me

Young I am, he calls for me As child's way, choose to flee A child's fear like a deer In eye's frame of hunter's aim Years have come, he calls for me Hard to fight what I cannot see Triumph is here, shed no tear For he's left way for another day Grown I am, he calls for me His hands grip me like a bee Stingers upon flesh, blood fresh Wounds heal with kiss's seal Years have gone, he calls for me Standing tall is the tree Living life through storm's knife He leaves us lone for we have won Elder I am, he calls for me Sitting idle drinking tea Fearing not what I have fought On the land I take his hand Wings I've grown, he calls to me Says goodbye to what is free No longer fearing what I was hearing I smile and say, "Until then when I may hear your call again."