In the echo of your voice, there's a song,
A rhythm that tells you you've been strong.
Though it may seem the world is vast and wide,
Your words still ripple with the tide.

Even in silence, there's a space to grow,
A place where your light begins to glow.
The emptiness that seems to stretch and roam,
Is simply the echo calling you home.

For in the vastness, there's room to find,
The beauty in the quiet, the peace of the mind.
The world may feel distant, but know this true;
The echo is a message, a whisper to you.

Every sound you make, a spark in the night,
Filling the void with your inner light.
The echo returns, but this time you see;
The emptiness was never empty; it was waiting for you to be free.