Echo
In a dark and dank little cave,
I stay safely hidden away
with hopes and dreams and secret fears,
everything I'd like you to hear.
I keep drowning words left unsaid
in the River Styx in my head.
Was it fear or Pan's wild cry
that led my heart to deny?
All I know is if the Fates are kind
somehow, someday you'll be mine.
Imprisoned always in my cave
for my cowardice stole the day,
twisted my stomach into knots.
What I meant to say I forgot.
Now stuck with this horrid curse,
I cannot speak lest one speaks first.
Wishing I was your siren's call,
if I could, I'd tell you my all.
All I know is if the Fates are kind
somehow, someday you'll be mine.
So much I want you to know,
I am Echo,
waiting to repeat the words
'I love you so'.
All I know is if the Fates are kind
somehow, someday you'll be mine.
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