The Rise of Echoes

Beneath the moon's watchful glow, Where rivers of silence fiercely flow,

Voices are born from whispered dreams,

Stretching beyond the seams.

In the pulse of dawn, the earth awakes,

Mountains tremble, the skyline shakes.

Words like thunder crash and call,

Through fractured hearts and crumbling walls.

Breathe in the stars, exhale the night,

Raise your voice; ignite the light.

For every echo finds its way,

To bloom anew with each new day.

We are the whispers that refuse to fade,

The embers left when fires are laid.

Our songs are written in the dust,

Carved in stone by dreams and trust.

Feel the rhythm beneath your feet,

The drum of hope, the marching beat.

Rise with me where echoes grow,

Into the light that legends know.

The world is waiting—hear its plea,

Unleash the voice inside of thee.

From shadowed depths to mountain's crest,

Sing your truth, become your best.

In every heartbeat, a story dwells,

A symphony of thousand bells.

Let it rise and let it roar,

Yours is the voice they've waited for.