When all I see are echoes
Of the things we used to be,
The phantoms of our lives
They are still drowning in the sea.
When everything we silenced
Has all crumbled into ash,
The stones of our existence
Keep the secrets of our past.
The echoes and the silences
Leave chaos for our souls,
The refusal of repentance
Leaves us starving for the coals,
Entombed in tragic endings
That will never seem to mend,
The echoes and the silences
Have brought us to our end.
