Echoes of the Unseen

I walk these streets with shadows tall. The weight of truth,

I feel it all. Mirrors crack, but don't collapse. Reflecting lies in

every glance. Hands are dirty, soul's still clean. Chasing dreams they've never seen.

Voices whisper through the haze. Echoes lost in endless maze. Can you hear

the echoes of the unseen? Silent cries and broken dreams.

We rise and fall like tides at sea. But love and hope still set

us free. Concrete walls and rusted chains. Promises washed out in the rain.

Every step feels like a war. Searching light behind the door. Hands are dirty,