Echo not
Echo not the spirit
Of an endless dying dream
Give it not a voice
Not a whimper, nor a scream
Let it die in silence
Yet lament for what is lost
Sacrifice of hope
So invaluable the cost.
Echo not the spirit
Of love’s enviable need
A burden of the heart
A wound that ever bleeds.
Let it fade to into the shadows
With the words “It might have been,”
Etched upon it’s marker
A tribute to it’s end.
Echo not the life
Of a tragic, empty soul
Withered in denial,
Wasted time, it will not know
What it means to find the answer
To the simple question, Why?
Twisted ,spurned and ever longing
Too afraid to even try.
Of an endless dying dream
Give it not a voice
Not a whimper, nor a scream
Let it die in silence
Yet lament for what is lost
Sacrifice of hope
So invaluable the cost.
Echo not the spirit
Of love’s enviable need
A burden of the heart
A wound that ever bleeds.
Let it fade to into the shadows
With the words “It might have been,”
Etched upon it’s marker
A tribute to it’s end.
Echo not the life
Of a tragic, empty soul
Withered in denial,
Wasted time, it will not know
What it means to find the answer
To the simple question, Why?
Twisted ,spurned and ever longing
Too afraid to even try.
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