echo Lyrics

In the silence between heartbeats

Where memories and dreams collide

I found a map of all we've been

Etched in wrinkles, scars, and lines

Time's an artist with weathered hands

Painting stories on our skin

Each moment a brushstroke, bold and fine

On this canvas we call life

We're all just echoes

Of light and of hope

Reverberating through time

In the grand tapestry of existence

We're but threads, both frail and strong

Weaving patterns of joy and sorrow

In a dance that carries on

Every choice, a ripple in forever

Every love, a flame that never dims

We're the authors of our own legend

In this boundless book of hymns

Whisper secrets to the wind

Let them ride on zephyr's wings

To the ears of future dawns

Where new voices learn to sing

We're the bridge of now and then

Spanning chasms deep and wide

With every step we take, we build

Pathways for the other side

We're all just echoes

Of light and of hope

Reverberating through time

In the grand tapestry of existence

We're but threads, both frail and strong

Weaving patterns of joy and sorrow

In a dance that carries on

Every choice, a ripple in forever

Every love, a flame that never dims

We're the authors of our own legend

In this boundless book of hymns

In the depth of night's embrace

When the world has gone to sleep

Listen close, you'll hear it call

The symphony of all that's been

Every laugh, every tear

Every triumph, every fear

Echoing through eternity

Reminding us why we're here

We are more than flesh and bone

More than years that come and go

We're the dreams of all who've been

And the seeds of all who'll grow

In the eyes of those we love

In the lives that we touch

We find fragments of forever

Pieces of who we thus become

We're all just echoes

Of light and of hope

Reverberating through time

In the grand tapestry of existence

We're but threads, both frail and strong

Weaving patterns of joy and sorrow

In a dance that carries on

Every choice, a ripple in forever

Every love, a flame that never dims

We're the authors of our own legend

In this boundless book of hymns

When the last note fades away

And time itself unwinds

Our story will still linger on

In the echoes left behind