Might Have Only Just Begun To Resonate

Listen, there is a far-off echo It resides inside your heart But it isn't yours to quieten or resist. It's been there since the dawn of time. Listen, 'there it is with wrestles-wide open arms.' Listen, 'there it is with a long-forgotten kiss.' Sure, here is a foreign echo on your lips It once was yours; it once was mine. But now it's not everybody's knotted tongue all the time. It's been there so, so long? It doesn't return its chime, not even to- Surpass the echelons of a high mountain pass. This is a lowly echo, expansive as the prairie wind. It circles your heart and lassoes your soul Wherever it travels to or from, it is At home, and might have only just begun to resonate.