In the grand cathedral of time, echoes resound so clear,
Tales of heroes and villains, from the days of yore,
Whispers of love and loss, filling the atmosphere,
Oh, the echoes of the past, forever to explore.
Through the corridors of history, the echoes softly sigh,
Stories of triumph and tragedy, etched in every stone,
The laughter and the tears, echoing to the sky,
The grand tapestry of time, in which we are all alone.
Memories of ancient battles, ringing through the halls,
The clang of swords, the roar of mighty, sea-borne gales,
The whispers of timeless wisdom, as time endlessly calls,
In the cathedral of time, where every echo prevails.
Time’s eternal chorus, singing songs of days gone by,
The echoes of the past, staining the walls with hue,
And as we listen closely, with a thoughtful eye,
We find ourselves within the echoes, old and new.