We Are the Song

Verse 1

Perhaps love is only sound in a canyon,

our names thrown out to hear them come home.

We cup our hands around the night like lanterns,

chasing the tremble that answers the bone.

Every window hums with someone’s wanting,

every streetlamp learns a secret tone.

We speak in whispers just to hear them returning,

calling us back from the ache of alone.

Chorus

Maybe love is the echo of our souls,

crying out for recognition, longing to belong.

Not a rescue, but a resonance that holds—

you call, I call—and we are the song.

You call, I call—and we are the song.

Verse 2

In winter rooms the glass keeps breathing,

frosted maps of where we’ve gone wrong.

Every scar turns soft and sings its meaning,

every silence leans to listen along.

Say my true name like a struck tuning fork;

let the body ring with what it’s known.

If I am a question, be the corridor

where footfalls write the answer on stone.

Chorus

Maybe love is the echo of our souls,

crying out for recognition, longing to belong.

Not a rescue, but a resonance that holds—

you call, I call—and we are the song.

You call, I call—and we are the song.

Bridge

Between lightning and the thunder, there’s a waiting,

a hush where understanding becomes strong.

Not possession, but the patient consecrating

of two quiets learning harmony is not wrong.

Cathedral ribs, a breath for a bell,

hearts keeping time like a far-off drum.

We are not saved—we are seen, and we swell,

filling the air where the echoes come.

Verse 3

So take this ordinary breath and lift it,

let it thread the dusk until the dark is gone.

No altar but a pulse—we will gift it

to the night that needs a name to lean upon.

We will be the choir we were searching for,

the proof that wanting can turn into dawn.

If love is a longing that finds its contour,

then listen close—the shape is drawn.

Final Chorus

Maybe love is the echo of our souls,

crying out for recognition, longing to belong.

Not a rescue, but a resonance that holds—

you call, I call—and we are the song.

You call, I call—and we are the song.

Outro

Hush. Hear it returning.

We are the song.

Julie O’Hara

THANK YOU for reading my work. I am a global nomad/permanent traveler, or Coddiwombler, if you will, and I move from place to place about every three months. I am currently in Chile and from there, who knows – probably Argentina? I enjoy writing articles, stories, songs and poems about life, spirituality and my travels. You can find my songs linked below. Feel free to like and subscribe on any of the platforms. And if you are inspired to, tips are always appreciated, but not necessary. I just like sharing.

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