Verse 1 In the cradle of stars, we are but a sigh, Fragile sparks beneath an endless sky. What is the measure of a life well-spent, If all we leave is dust and lament? Are we mere whispers, or songs that persist, Carved in the void, where shadows twist? In the mirror of time, we search for grace, A fleeting truth in an infinite space. Chorus Oh, echoes of eternity, guide us home, Through the silent void, where spirits roam. In the aching stillness, the answers lie, Between the questions of how and why. Oh, echoes of eternity, light the way, Through the darkened night to the break of day. Verse 2 If the soul’s a river, where does it flow? To fields of meaning we may never know. Is virtue a flame, or an endless climb, Measured in deeds, or the passing of time? The weight of love, the scars of strife, Do they reveal the essence of life? In every breath, a cosmos turns, Within our hearts, the universe burns. Chorus Oh, echoes of eternity, guide us home, Through the silent void, where spirits roam. In the aching stillness, the answers lie, Between the questions of how and why. Oh, echoes of eternity, light the way, Through the darkened night to the break of day.
