Echoes of Loneliness

In the hollows where the echoes stay,

Where the wind whispers through the pines so gray,

I sit alone by the old river's bend,

Listening to the stories of my end.

Oh, I hear the gospel in the silence,

In every crackling leaf, in every sigh,

It’s a call from the heavens, oh so gentle,

Telling me it’s alright, I’m not alone tonight.

Through the fog, I see the stars ignite,

Shining down on me, cold and right,

But they’re just reflections, nothing real,

In this world where shadows cast their spell.

Glitchy beats, they race and dance,

In the background, a heartbeat that doesn’t chance,

Restless and jittery, like a restless mind,

Yet the warmth stays close, like a friend by my side.

Now I hear the gospel in the silence,

In every crackling leaf, in every sigh,

It’s a call from the heavens, oh so gentle,

Telling me it’s alright, I’m not alone tonight.