Living in the Echo.

Screeching tires, burning lights

Funeral pyres and sleepless nights

Blinking screens, ticking leaks

An abundance of words I can't speak

I'm living in the echo of "it's not good to be alone."

And it ripples to a wave and rattles my bones

Shakes my heart

Breaks my heart 

Wakes my heart

"It's not good to be alone"

Fearing hope but coming alive

This tsunami of sound shatters walls 

"It's not good to be alone"

Fighting growth but starting to thrive

and those words turn to music that calls

Beckons

Requests

Invites

"It's not good to be alone"

After fighting the sound waves, waging a war

I drop my armor, stare at the floor

Look up sheepishly, begin to smile

And run to the arms waiting for this child.