The winds are whispering through the trees,

A song of hope that rides the breeze.

It speaks of dreams, of lives at ease,

Echoes of tomorrow, setting me free.

Echoes of tomorrow, calling my name,

A quiet promise, never the same.

Through every doubt, through every flame,

Hope resounds, a steady flame.

Your love’s a voice that carries far,

A guiding note, my northern star.

Even when shadows try to mar,

The echoes sing of who we are.

Even when the echoes fade to thin,

Even when the doubts begin to spin,

Tomorrow’s hope will draw me in,

A timeless truth beneath my skin.

Echoes of tomorrow, calling my name,

A quiet promise, never the same.

Through every doubt, through every flame,

Hope resounds, a steady flame.

The echoes fade, but dreams remain,

A quiet rhythm through joy and pain.

Through every loss, through love’s refrain,

Tomorrow calls, hope will sustain.