Lyrics
In the heart of night so still,
Where moonlight casts its gentle thrill,
There lies a realm of quiet grace,
Where silent echoes find their place.
Among the stars that softly gleam,
In the quiet, woven dream,
Whispers float on unseen wings,
Of memories and distant things.
The silent echoes of the past,
In every shadow, they are cast.
A whispered word, a fleeting glance,
A ghostly dance in time’s expanse.
Through empty halls and ancient ruins,
Where history’s quiet song communes,
Silent echoes weave their way,
Through remnants of a bygone day.
In the forest, deep and wide,
Where ancient trees in silence bide,
The echoes of a world once young,
Are softly, gently, ever sung.
In the desert’s endless span,
Where winds sweep over silent sand,
Echoes of the earth’s old tales,
Whisper through the moonlit veils.
A lonesome call, a distant cry,
A memory beneath the sky,
The silent echoes of a heart,
That felt the pain of being apart.
In the silence of the dawn,
Before the world begins to yawn,
Silent echoes stir the air,
With dreams and thoughts beyond compare.
A lover’s sigh, a child’s laugh,
A path untrod, a broken path,
All these echoes, silent, true,
Reside in hearts and skies of blue.
The quiet rustle of the leaves,
The gentle sigh of summer’s breeze,
Each carries echoes, soft and light,
Through the stillness of the night.
In the depths of every soul,
Silent echoes make us whole.
They bind us to the lives we’ve led,
To dreams we’ve dreamt, and tears we’ve shed.
In moments lost to time’s embrace,
In every silent, sacred space,
The echoes of our lives remain,
A testament to joy and pain.
So listen in the quiet hours,
To the echoes in the hidden bowers.
For in their silence, we can find,
The truth of heart, the peace of mind.
In the heart of night so still,
Where moonlight casts its gentle thrill,
There lies a realm of quiet grace,
Where silent echoes find their place.
