eternal echoes

Eternal echoes are calling me somewhere on the wind

They’re hard to hear – sometimes I fear I won’t hear them again

But they return and seem to say you’ve somewhere you belong

Eternal echoes are leading me with the silent voice of love

We are what we do with our silence

It is the drawing back of the bow string on the bow

And silence is the place we meet face to face

And silence is restoring me – it is the still small voice

Preparing me for all that is to come

You meet me by the water in the morning

Say the boat that I must row cannot carry gold

Nor weapons to maim or kill – they will destroy my soul

So I must leave it all behind for a much, much better way

Preparing me for all that is to come

Eternal echoes are calling me somewhere on the wind

They’re hard to hear – sometimes I fear I won’t hear them again

But they return and seem to say you’ve somewhere you belong

Eternal echoes are leading me with the silent voice of love

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