I heard my name being called
my childhood name, so familiar and dear
I heard my name being called,
the name from my youth, and I turned
Love knew my name and called
expressing thoughts not unlike my own
When Love spoke my name, I ran toward it
embracing the song of my youth
Love knows my name and I want to hear it
spoken with the deep timbre of the earth
I heard my childhood name being called,
at once realizing I've missed it so.
Love knows my name and I've missed him so
but I've heard him call and now my name
Has become mine own.