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Echoes of the Summit 2 by Leman

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Echoes of the Summit 2

Hip Hop,male vocals

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Lyrics
Description
(Intro)
Whispers in the wind, echoes of the climb,
Every scar a story, every step a rhyme.
(Chorus)
From shadows we sculpt, like statues in the sun,
Carving dreams from chaos, the race is never done.
Tides of fire in veins, we’re the storm and the calm,
Echoes of the summit, ringing like a psalm.
(Verse 1)
Started in a basement where the echoes breathed doubt,
Dusty floors and dim lights, but my spirit broke out.
Like a phoenix in alleyways, wings bathed in grime,
Turned ashes to armor, rewrote my own timeline.
Every failure a brushstroke painting my mural,
Each mistake a compass, mapping the plural.
Rhythms of persistence, heartbeats syncopate,
Breaking free from the cage that fear did create.
(Chorus)
From shadows we sculpt, like statues in the sun,
Carving dreams from chaos, the race is never done.
Tides of fire in veins, we’re the storm and the calm,
Echoes of the summit, ringing like a psalm.
(Verse 2)
I’m the whisper in the silence when the world turns away,
The lightning in the tempest that refuses to sway.
Building castles on cracked pavement, roots in broken ground,
Every no is a seed that’s destined to astound.
I remember nights trading sleep for visions so vivid,
Trading doubts for a throne that’s patiently livid.
The climb’s a melody written in sweat and in tears,
Each step a verse that dissolves all my fears.
(Bridge - Spoken Word over beat)
Success ain't a straight line, it’s a jagged ascent,
A gallery of moments, each one heaven-sent.
Not just the gold, but the grit and the grind,
The poetry found in the scars left behind.
So when the summit whispers, don’t just reach—become,
An echo that lingers long after the drum.
(Chorus)
From shadows we sculpt, like statues in the sun,
Carving dreams from chaos, the race is never done.
Tides of fire in veins, we’re the storm and the calm,
Echoes of the summit, ringing like a psalm.
(Outro)
So here’s to the climb, the fall, and the rise,
To the stories engraved in our battle cries.
We are echoes, we are light, we are all we become,
In the symphony of success, the journey’s never done.