Our Echoes

   

We resound in a loud tone
like voices from a megaphone,
echoes of our shouts of joy
trailing our hope convoy.

   

We heard tales from ages past
resounding voices like a blast.
Echoes of a foreseen hope
yet all met the end of the rope.

 

We have echoed in distress
Sounds of groans from regress
Echoes of our mourning song
that we've sung all night long.

 

Once more our voices resound
louder sounds, our hearts pound
Echoes of a mother in birth pain
a cry in anticipation of a new reign.

 

And finally we resound at last
Voices of multitude echo in mass
Shouts of joy for a new born hope
hoping never again to grope.