Echoes in the distance
Calling, calling, calling my name
Echoes in the distance
Sounds so profane, profane, profane
Who is calling me?
Calling, calling, calling me back to the world I left?
That deceiver calls me, beckoning me to doom.
Enticing words, evocative phrases luring me to the left,
That small whisper in my ear steering me back to the right,
The right way,
They right path.
Echoes in the distance
Promising, promising, promising victories
Echoes in the distance
Forgotten histories, histories, histories
Who is calling me, calling me back to the past?
That reminder calls me,
Resurfacing memories, recalling emotions I never knew I felt.
Each history hiding a sin, each sin a pain,
Which, causes me to walk the guilt trip all over again.
Side steps, back steps,
Pointless steps that don't take me forward I take, take, take,
leading me further from Truth.
Why don't I stop listening?
Why don't I go the right way?
The echo is so enticing, taunting, and so natural to me.
O what a sweet misery it brings,
O what a sweet song it sings.
This echo in the distance eluding me,
This echo in the distance delaying me.
No longer will I hasten nor hesitate.
I will not be a pillar of salt, frozen in the reminiscence of my past.
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