Echo

The road is lonely, the road is long
I walk it and softly sing a song
Notes floating lofty
Whispering softly:
Echo and echo along.

The road is turning and runs no more
‘Long the broad highway it took before.
Narrow and sliding
Still my song gliding:
Echo and echo some more.

The road has ended. The lost pathway
Wanders and ripples beyond the day.
Night swift surrounding
Last song resounding:
Echo and echo away.

This road is life and runs toward the ending
Which is the death of deeds and their finding.
Life is so short and
We don’t understand that
We echo but once in the end.