Creation's Echo

[Verse 1] In the heart of my shadowed throne, A quiet sorrow takes its form. A memory carved in shadow, A heart once fractured by the storm. I walked alone through endless silence, Where every echo felt like loss. My voice a fragile, breaking lantern— My soul suspended on the cross. [Verse 2] Now even all these ancient heartbeats Are carved from depths I cannot name. The grief that pierced the darkness Has stacked to rise from grief and flame. A gentle warmth begins to gather, A whisper rising through my chest. It tells me pain is not my ending, But how to find my soul its best. [Chorus] I feel the fire of liberation, A quiet strength that grows and grows. It lifts me from the weight of sorrow And turns my wounds to sacred glows. I rise beyond the grave that bound me, I rise into the open sky. My voice becomes a living sunrise— A hymn that teaches me to fly. [Verse 3] The moon, a mirror vast and folded, A boundless ocean made of light. I turn its song into communion, My spirit soaring into sight. I am the flame that knows no ending, I am the breath of sacred grace. My voice becomes creation’s echo— A shining truth in time and space. [Final Chorus] I feel the fire of liberation, A quiet strength that grows and grows. It lifts me from the weight of sorrow And turns my wounds to sacred glows. I rise beyond the grave that bound me, I rise into the open sky. My voice becomes a living sunrise— A hymn that teaches me to fly. My voice becomes creation’s echo— A shining truth in time and space. [Outro] My voice becomes creation’s echo— A shining truth in time and space.