Just My Echo

I don’t hear a thing, silence pierces my soul.
I want to cry out, I want to call out, but my
voice only comes out in a noiseless whisper.
My shadow is my only companion on lonely
nights, I just want to feel alive, just an echo.

Hello, hello, is anybody out there?
Alone, alone, can anybody hear me?

The sky is a brilliant dark, like swirling black ink,
with little gleaming lights dotted across formatting
an uncharted, unknown map to lead lost hearts.
Shadows dance across the white, cracked cement.
Like an echo, voices drift through the empty night.

Hello, hello, is anybody out there?
Alone, alone, can anybody hear me?

The chilling frost touches the struggling green
and blankets the mortal, vibrant colors of petals.
The wind twirls and pulls at the leaves that
have clung onto their lives, refusing to give in.
Voices pierce the thick cold, crying for spring.

Hello, hello, is anybody out there?
Alone, alone, can anybody hear me?

Sometimes when you close your eyes, you can
remember the warmth of the blazing sunshine.
Like fools in the night, they stand on the edge.
Listen close and you can hear them calling out
their names, only to have the bitter wind echo.

Hello, hello, is anybody out there?
Alone, alone, can anybody hear me?

I’m out on the edge, reaching up, waiting.
Just like a fool, I stand out in the dark with
my arms spread wide above me and scream.
I call out to a name unknown, but it’s just
my echo, just my shadow, that responds.

Hello, Hello. Anybody out there?