Echoes
Week 22
the sounds are coming back
they're out on a spree
my thoughts bounce and stack
while walls restrain me
I turn, spin around
look out over vast
my mind wanders freely
untied from my past
some day I'll need to go
you'll see it on my face
as all reflects back
in that dreary dismal place
while walls restrain me
my thoughts bounce and stack
they're out on a spree
the sounds are coming back
You can still hear the echoes drum
Their warning cries now muffled so
Mistaken as a marching song
Now spuring movement from the dead
A few with malice start a hum
That leads a chant the people grow
Now caught in drowning sing along
They will forget those cries of dread
Recall the cries and echo some
So they take heed and join the show
Preserve the warnings, sound the gong
Lest they become our own instead