Echoes of March

(Verse 1) Tell me of the winters, fierce and stark, Snow in March, a silent, chilling mark. An unseen hand, heavy upon my throat, A lump of sorrow that we all denote. (Chorus) Echoes of March, whispers of the past, In the cold, our spirits hold fast. Love's tale, not frail, beneath the stone, Echoes of March, in the wind, alone. (Verse 2) Look at us, trading gloom for a heart, A barter of sadness, each playing their part. Ready for the blow, we fight through the storm, For the foe is sly, despair takes form. (Chorus) Echoes of March, whispers of the past, In the cold, our spirits hold fast. Love's tale, not frail, beneath the stone, Echoes of March, in the wind, alone. (Bridge) When forgotten, we'll stand with our own, Tell of humans, not beastly overthrown. Those who won't devour when we show our fear, In our epic, no place for a tear. (Verse 3) Through the haze, the blizzards of our dreams, Speak of love, strong as it seems. Not trite, despite the tales we've spun, By the graveside, where our hearts have won. (Chorus) Echoes of March, whispers of the past, In the cold, our spirits hold fast. Love's tale, not frail, beneath the stone, Echoes of March, in the wind, alone.