Echoes of Yesterday Lyrics

Once there was a boy, with fire in his eyes,

Running through the alleys under moonlit skies.

Chasing the thrill, the freedom, the fight,

He walked the razor's edge every night.

His name whispered in the shadows,

Carved on the walls, where the city grows.

He wore his sins like a crown of thorns,

In the city's heart, where the chaos is born.

But the wind changed, and he felt the cost,

Dreams buried deep, things he lost.

He took a step away, left it behind,

But echoes of yesterday still remind.

But the wind changed, and he felt the cost,

Dreams buried deep, things he lost.

He took a step away, left it behind,

But echoes of yesterday still remind.

Echoes of yesterday, calling his name,

Voices from dark streets, flickers of flame.

They pull at his sleeve, like a ghost unseen,

Tugging him back to where he's been.

He stands at the crossroads, fights to stay,

The echoes of yesterday won't fade away.

Old friends with eyes of smoke and steel,

Promises of gold they tried to seal.

"Come back," they said, "to where you belong,

This world of power, where we were strong."

But he looked at the scars they'd all earned,

Saw the bridges they'd long since burned.

"No more," he whispered to the night,

"I choose my path; I choose the light."

Still, the whispers haunt the city air,

Reminders of sins he used to wear.

He walks on, through the fear and fight,

With echoes that fade into the night.

Echoes of yesterday, calling his name,

Voices from dark streets, flickers of flame.

They pull at his sleeve, like a ghost unseen,

Tugging him back to where he's been.

He stands at the crossroads, fights to stay,

The echoes of yesterday won't fade away.

But there's a voice inside, steady and true,

Saying, "The past is a road, not a view."

He clenches his fists, takes one more stride,

Leaves the echoes in the dark, far behind.

Echoes of yesterday, losing their power,

Dissolve like shadows at the break of hour.

They reached for his soul, but he wouldn't yield,

For he's found a new dawn, a shield.

He stood at the crossroads, learned to say,

The echoes of yesterday can't make him sway.