An echo is something to hear, An echo is far, an echo grows near, In canyons so grand, In empty caves, In broken hearts, In hollow graves, An echo shows someone was there, Someone or something or nothing was there, But it had to be there, To make the sound, The sound that resounds like an echo, But now it is gone, the echo's gone too, And everythings quiet, As if no one knew, That an echo was there, There was something to hear, But now it is far, no longer near