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Echo
The time has come,
and we're still here.
Facing life,
like life no other.
Call out to me,
with the echoes of the wind,
seeking our faiths through
failure.
Seeking out help
through the sign of wisdom.
Echo through the deadly hollow,
hear our voices speak through
the whistle of trees.
The day has come,
and everything is ruined.
Call out to me,
through the pits of light,
through our pain of
sorrow.
Hear our echo.
Hear our call.
We will be here.
Trying to find ourselves,
like nobody would.
Seek us wisdom.
Seek us light.
Seek our help.
We'll be standing,
till dusk.
Till dawn.
© Breanna Holton
and we're still here.
Facing life,
like life no other.
Call out to me,
with the echoes of the wind,
seeking our faiths through
failure.
Seeking out help
through the sign of wisdom.
Echo through the deadly hollow,
hear our voices speak through
the whistle of trees.
The day has come,
and everything is ruined.
Call out to me,
through the pits of light,
through our pain of
sorrow.
Hear our echo.
Hear our call.
We will be here.
Trying to find ourselves,
like nobody would.
Seek us wisdom.
Seek us light.
Seek our help.
We'll be standing,
till dusk.
Till dawn.
© Breanna Holton
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