(Verse 1)
The rain falls soft on a window pane,
Mirroring the tears I can’t contain.
A ghost of a choice, a silent plea,
Lost in the echoes of what used to be.
That hollow date I can’t erase,
A missing chapter in a sacred space.
I built a world, a future light and bold,
Now shadowed by a story left untold.
I raised a toast to a future bright,
But the glass was chipped and it bit last night.
(Chorus)
And the quiet whispers haunt my sleep,
Promises broken, secrets I keep.
Is it regret, or sorrow’s gentle hand?
Just searching for a way to understand.
These echoes in the quiet, deep and low,
Asking, “Where did I go wrong? Where do I go?”
(Verse 2)
I remember the fear, the twisting in my gut,
A life I felt I had to cut
The doctor’s words, a cold decree,
But underneath, a fractured part of me.
I carry the weight of a life unlived,
A silent room, a future you couldn’t give.
Not anger now, just a profound ache,
For the woman I lost, for my own sake.
(Chorus)
And the echoes in the quiet, deep and low,
Asking, “Where did I go wrong? Where do I go?”
But maybe the wrong was not a single deed,
But a confluence of moments, a desperate need.
(Bridge)
It’s not a victory, not a final loss,
Just a bitter turning point on a long, hard cross.
To forgive myself, a fragile, hesitant start,
To mend the pieces of a broken heart.
To breathe again, to find a gentle grace,
To build a new landscape, a different space.
(Verse 3)
I’m learning to name the goblins that reside,
The sadness, the shame, the longing inside.
To honor the woman who made this call,
And rise again, standing tall.
Not with a justification, loud and bold,
But with a quiet strength, a story to unfold.
(Outro)
Echoes in the quiet, banging the pans,
Screaming: “Where did you go wrong? Who even understands?”
Echoes in the quiet, fading slow,
A chance to rebuild, to simply grow.