Stand on top of the mountain, scream out and listen,
Your voice can be heard what seems to be around the world.
There are echoes in the wind from centuries ago,
Across many deserts the winds hold echoes in the dark of night.
How long the oceans have traveled, do you hear the echoes of ships,
Across the waters they traveled, many echoes of the stories told.
Echoes of war, echoes of songs sung throughout time, those that remind,
Echoes that haunt the mind, sounds that last a mans lifetime.