sometimes i hear voices calling to me in the middle of the night
heavy lights sneak through the window and shoot straight into my eyes
everything fades away and the only color is see is white
you then tie me up and taunt me with your words just to make me despise
but i can't hate you for taking me away and showing me the way
and the fact that you can't make me hate you leaves you in dismay
you lead me out the door and slam the door in my face
the bright white colors overwhelm me and my heart races at a rapid pace
a beast emerges from the white forest and swallows me whole
it can consume me but it can not ever defeat my soul
the beast flies through the eye of the storm and i am always with it
and as long as it continues to persist my presence never ceases to emit
the fact that i am alive and fighting for the thought of seeing white again
i picture you doubting me and it continues to keep me sane
because the voices are calling out to me, calling me back home
but i will not answer their calls as long as my spirit continues to roam
through the valley of flowers and the clouds as they flood the sky
and memories of distant days will continue to incite me until the day i die
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