There comes an echo
Louder than a wisper
In the city of ho
On a beautiful day in winter

Hearken says an echo
Humbly beat the chest
Thrice in confidence
Un-fair to make a gest
At best loser in race

Good future thou seek
Tempt like sweet honey
Takes more than a week
To make a better journey

Heard to be the best
Have to beat the best
Till being made the best
Till then take a rest

There comes an echo...