They call you my Shepard.
They call you my King.
All which I've believed,
Without proof to be seen.
Triumphing in your reign
While everything seemed okay
Now that the storm has moved in
I can't answer the pending question.
"Where have you been?"
The North Star has been clouded by all this fog
Or have you shined ever so bright?
Or did I just play along?
They call you my Shepard,
So why can't you find me?
They call you my King,
But these chains, have kept me from being free.
The door being closed,
I've come knocking.
But you, have the handle..
Please open, for me.