echo
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I am meant to be a voice, not an echo. But to create echos, I first need to be a voice. Echo the passion, the message, the freedom, to anyone and everyone all around world.
My good fellow, you are a fool.
You shine as bright as th' sun
Yet your head is as an empty cave.
One can! ~ ~ ~ yell in!
Your! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ left!
Grit in a glass.
Confidence in a cup.
Call it what you will,
as long as you buy another
gin and tonic.
I'm consistent in my ways,
you're just another tab, that's got to pay.
Hello can you hear me?
Is that you calling back,
or just an echo?
All alone in the dark,
I will stay,
Hoping to live another day.
Your mother should have warned you
you should have known better
than to watch the world
with wadering eyes
You were not lucky enough to lose your voice
but cursed much wose
sweet foolish nymph
When I call out,
And ask for help
Nothing seems to come.
Just my echoing voice
Bounces back, leaving me alone.
The echo comes in your criticism,
And what you point out as wrong,
The delicate trill echoes,
Beyond the little music box and throughout the room.
The delicate trill echoes,
But a deeper silence pervades the endless gloom.
The delicate trill echoes,
The delicate trill echoes,
Beyond the little music box and throughout the room.
The delicate trill echoes,
But a deeper silence pervades the endless gloom.
The delicate trill echoes,
