Whatever you whisper to the canyon so deep,
Is exactly the secret the mountain will keep.
If you throw a stone at the surface of the lake,
The ripples will return with the choices you make.
The world is a mirror of the light in your heart,
Every ending is tied to the place of your start.
Kindness is a melody that travels so far,
Then circles back home like a wandering star.
But anger is a thunder that shatters the glass,
And haunts the green fields where you intended to pass.
You cannot plant thorns and expect a red rose,
For the seeds of your spirit are all that it shows.
The universe listens to the vibration of thought,
Bringing you back all the battles you fought.
So speak to the darkness with a voice full of fire,
And let your soul's echo reach higher and higher.
The sound of your spirit is a boomerang of grace,
Searching for its home in a vast, empty space.
We are the singers and the song that we hear,
Chasing away every shadow of fear.