🎵 Where Do the Echoes Go?

I wake up in a room that forgets my name,

Photos on the wall, but none feel the same.

Tried to chase the sunlight through broken blinds,

But shadows fall faster than I rewind.

The coffee’s gone cold in a cup I never drank,

Tried to find my heart in the thoughts I left blank.

I smile at the mirror, but it looks right through,

Like it knows what I lost when I stopped being new.

Every scroll, every frame,

Is a world that forgets me again.

If I disappear in the noise and the show...

Tell me softly, where do the echoes go?

Where do the echoes go, when no one remembers?

Where does the flame live, after it surrenders?

If I sang my truth in a room full of sound,

Would it fly like a bird or fall to the ground?

Will the stars still shine when the camera's turned off?

Will the words still matter when the applause stops?

Hold me, don’t let go—even if I fade slow,

Just whisper to me: “I hear your echo.”

I wore smiles like armor, likes like gold,

But none of it warmed me when the nights got cold.

I told the world stories it clapped to hear,

But none of them knew what I buried in fear.

I danced for the silence, I laughed for the screen,

But somewhere I forgot what the quiet could mean.

Now I'm just a frame, paused in someone’s scroll,

Still begging the algorithm to make me whole.

Every like, every flame,

Felt like love but not quite the same.

If I’m more shadow than soul below—

Tell me gently, where do the echoes go?

Where do the echoes go, when hearts go unheard?

Where do we keep the unsaid word?

If the world moves fast and I move slow,

Will you wait in the silence just to let me know—

That the stars still shine when the spotlight dies,

That the truth still lives in the quietest cries.

Wrap me in time, like the last falling snow,

And promise me, please: You hear my echo.

Is fame just a flicker in a sky full of lies?

Is love just attention in a clever disguise?

Is time just a thief in a velvet coat,

Taking my stories, note by note?

I don’t need millions—I just need one,

Who hears my voice when the noise is done.

When the filters fade and the lights grow dim,

Will someone remember the truth within?

There’s a silence louder than screams at night,

A void too vast for the brightest light.

I’m stitched from fragments of dreams and fears,

And glued together with yesterday’s tears.

Still I sing, though the crowd walks past,

Still I hope that the ache won’t last.

If my words can outlive the likes and glow,

Then maybe someday, they'll carry my echo.

Not every soul wants to shine and burn,

Some just want love in quiet return.

Not every light needs a stage to grow—

Some are just stars the world will never know.

But even stars die, and their light moves on,

Whispers in waves long after they’re gone.

So if I vanish from feed and frame,

Will the echo still whisper my name?

Where do the echoes go, when the silence is deep?

Do they rise with the wind, or fall when we sleep?

If I lived a life you only saw in parts,

Would you carry my voice in the quiet of your heart?

Yes, the stars still shine when no one's around,

Yes, the truth still echoes without a sound.

Don’t measure my worth in how many know,

Just promise me this: you’ll hear my echo.

I still hear your echo…

Wherever you go…

You're not alone.