The Calling

The burning smell of forests past, brushing through the border troops.

The silent cries of agony, screaming from the sharks fin soup.

Why do I keep on going?

Because I hear a calling, a calling beyond myself, across the distant seas.

{The ridicule of friends, the silent stares of strangers,

the anger of my family, the rejection of my school.

Why do I keep on going?

Because I hear a calling, a calling beyond myself, beyond society.}

One less paper, one vegetarian meal.

Wondering what difference it makes. even I don't know for sure.

Why do I keep on going?

Because I hear a calling, a calling beyond myself, beyond the distant clouds.