Echoes

[This song was inspired by Dolores O'Riordan of "The Cranberries - Zombie". She was an amazing artist with a real passion that came through in her songs. My story is about a different topic, just as "Zombie" was about another topic close to her.] [Verse 1 - Strong Irish Accent Female Lead] Another door slams in the cold, Another child is growing old, With trembling hands and tired eyes, Learning how the quiet lies. The kitchen light is burning blue, The walls remember what they knew, And every word that should have healed Becomes a wound that won’t be sealed. [Pre-Chorus] But who will hold them? Who will say their name? When the ones who broke them Call it love again? [Chorus] In your heart, in your head, There’s an echo, echo, echo. All the things left unsaid, They still echo, echo, echo. And the children cry, But the world walks by, With its hands held high Like it doesn’t know. In your heart, in your head, There’s an echo, echo, echo. [Verse 2] Another streetlight flickers on, Another prayer is almost gone, A mother weeps, a father drinks, A little soul forgets to sing. They carry storms they never made, They wear the night like old parade, And all the ghosts that came before Are knocking on a bedroom door. [Pre-Chorus] But who will hear them? Who will break the chain? When the past keeps marching Through the pouring rain? [Chorus] In your heart, in your head, There’s an echo, echo, echo. All the things left unsaid, They still echo, echo, echo. And the children cry, But the world walks by, With its hands held high Like it doesn’t know. In your heart, in your head, There’s an echo, echo, echo. [Bridge] It’s not their war, It’s not their shame, They didn’t light The older flame. It’s not their fault, It’s not their sin, So let the healing Now begin. [Breakdown — Soft, Then Building] No more silence in the hall, No more names behind the wall, No more children made of stone, No more crying all alone. [Final Chorus] In your heart, in your head, There’s an echo, echo, echo. All the things left unsaid, They still echo, echo, echo. But the children rise, With the morning sky, And the broken line Lets the light come through. In your heart, in your head, There’s an echo, echo, echo. [Outro] Another dawn, another breath, A little hope that isn’t dead, And every child who lived through pain Deserves the sun after the rain.