Echoes of the Procession

[Verse 1] Echo procession Heard her name in reflection City walls in recession Footsteps fall in a looping succession Brass in the distance beckon Every note like a question Something in her pulse kept pressing Like a signal re‑expressing [Pre-Hook] She said she on that echo Feel the echo Haven't heard it since I ran solo Marching deep in the glow My guard got dropped in the flow Couldn't stop it, I froze But you hear truth in the throes [Verse 2] Clock flip Thoughts rippling again You forgot your message again Walking in the same thick din Different mask, same origin Listening outside what hums within You heard this before You will hear again [Hook] Same echo, different street Same drum, different feet You keep circling back on beat Till you remember what you seek Can't mute Can't mute Can't mute what you feel The sound was always there You just forgot that it was real [Verse 3] Gravity tremor Low didgeridoo tremor Horns rise slow Answer sender Every doubt you can't remember Every vow reduced to ember Flares again in late December Flares again [Bridge] Lines of brass move fractal Polyphonic patterns getting fatter Marching bass in heavy clatter Didgeridoo hums Harmonica scatters Blowing wild in silver chatter Echo riding every ladder Climbing up the noise and matter [Outro] Can't mute Can't mute Can't mute what you feel She remembered She remembered What she chose to hear Not the static Not the clatter Not the ringing in her ear Just the echo Just the echo Just the echo Fading into something clear