Seeking Echoes of the Past

1.
Beneath the dust of ancient tomes,
I search for echoes of old song,
Among forgotten minds and souls,
To hear a voice that once was strong.

Through rust of sorrow, mute and deep,
A distant melody breaks through,
So strings of past may wake from sleep,
And show me worlds I barely knew.

Chorus:
We must not break the binding thread,
The past must live within our hearts.
Let ages warm from notes long dead,
And ancient voices rise once more.

2.
Among the volumes left in dust,
I seek the breath of ancient days,
That sound may bloom again for us,
From silent depths of lost decay.

I’ll melt the ice of cold neglect,
Reveal the secrets long concealed,
Let old creations resurrect,
This bond with past must not be sealed.

Chorus:
We must not break the binding thread,
The past must live within our hearts.
Let ages warm from notes long dead,
And ancient voices rise once more.

It’s time to warm the frozen hour,
And melt the dim and lifeless ice,
So people may recall their power,
And songs breathe life once more through voice.