The clock keeps turning slow,
Yet somehow, I still grow.
Moments fade, but in my mind,
Their echoes never die with time.
I’ve watched the sunrise, seen it fall,
Heard dreams whisper through it all.
Every scar, every line,
Marks a page in this design.
Nothing stays, but that’s okay,
We learn to love, then walk away.
Echoes of time, they call my name,
Softly different, yet the same.
Through the years, through the rain,
Love remains in the echoes of time.
The roads I’ve walked, the hearts I’ve known,
All the seeds that I’ve been shown.
Even when the world turns cold,
Memories shine like threads of gold.
Maybe life’s a fleeting sound,
But it leaves warmth all around.
Every breath, every rhyme,
Lives forever in the echoes of time.
Echoes of time, they call my name,
Softly different, yet the same.
Every joy, every climb,
Lives on forever in the echoes of time.
So when I fade, don’t say goodbye,
I’ll still be there — in the echoes of time.
