Echoes of Tomorrow

A bell rings soft like morning dew

Shadows stretch in shades of blue

Time whispers slow it fades too soon

The air is thick with quiet hums

A rhythm beats where silence drums

Echoes of tomorrow calling me

Through the mist of what could be

I chase the sound I cannot see

Echoes of tomorrow calling me

Steps on sand they leave no trace

The tide erases every face

Memories linger but lose their place

The stars align then drift apart

A map unfolds inside my heart

Echoes of tomorrow calling me

Through the mist of what could be

I chase the sound I cannot see

Echoes of tomorrow calling me