Every word you send will find its way,
Through open fields or skies of gray.
What you say will always stay,
And echo back to you someday.

What you give is what you’ll get,
A truth we often just forget.
The world repeats what we put out,
In whispers soft or screaming shouts.

A kind word spreads like gentle rain,
It soothes the soul, it eases pain.
But anger burns, it scars the land,
It leaves no room to understand.

What you give is what you’ll get,
A truth we often just forget.
The world repeats what we put out,
In whispers soft or screaming shouts.

The power lies in what you choose,
A hand to heal or one to bruise.
The echoes live beyond our time,
They hold the weight of every line.

What you give is what you’ll get,
A promise life won’t let you forget.
The call you make, the sound you send,
Comes back to meet you in the end.

So think before you call too loud,
The woods will hear, there’s no doubt.
Every voice will find its way,
And echo back another day.