Echoes - Rick Wakeman

Can you hear me call?

Can you hear me far away?

In the darkness can you hear my cry?

Just a thread of hope to guide

No one to be found

No one here to show the way

Living shadows dance on darkened walls

Of my constant eventide

As the darkness comes to envelop me

In my tomb, the reaper to beckon me

My time and pride competing for

Unseen passing grace

As I raise my arms in front of me

In my head, the voices are calling me

Or is my cry for sympathy

Simply fading away

Fading away

I hear echoes simply to frighten me

In the search for reaching my destiny

I cry out for all and eternity

Can you hear me?

Can you touch me?

Can you call my name?

Can you touch the sound?

Can the voices be my path?

Are the soundwaves drawing me away?

Or is freedom in my mind?

Are the echoes real?

Can they guide out on their path?

Like a lamp light drawing me away

With the freedom in my mind