Echoes In The Hollow

In the quiet of the morning
When the sun begins to creep
Shadows dance upon the curtains secrets that the old
House keeps
Another day is dawning, another chance
To find my way
Through the fields of memory where
Forgotten feelings stay
Oh, the echoes and singing
In the hollow
Where the wind begins to sigh
Whispering of tomorrow underneath
And singing
A lonely sky, a country hymn, a gentle sorrow
A tear that
I can't deny
Haunting me, it follows as the days go passing by
Mama sang it by the fire
A melody of grace, stories whispered
In the choir etched upon her
Weary face
A simple prayer, a deep desire for comfort in this sacred space reaching
Ever higher, leaving not a single trace
Oh, the echoes
In the hollow
Where the wind begins to sigh
Whispering of tomorrow underneath
A lonely sky, a country hymn
And gentle sorrow
A tear that
I can't deny haunting
Me, it follows as the days go passing by
Rhythm of the heartland, slow and steady, deep and true
Like the river through the sand
Every morning fresh
And new
A PROMISE HELD within my hand, a love
That always and singing] sees me through
Across this weary land, I'll always be
With you
All the echoes in the hollow
Where the wind begins to sigh
Whispering of tomorrow
Underneath the lonely sky, a
Country hymn and gentle sorrow
A tear that
I can't deny
Haunting me, it follows as the days
Go passing by
Intermittent sparks
A whisper in the air
A holy touch, a haunting
Care, a soul laid bare forever
Bound, beyond compare
A love that's always there
In the quiet, I will share
This beautiful raw prayer mhm