{"id":4095,"date":"2021-10-16T08:56:38","date_gmt":"2021-10-16T08:56:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sarasofar.com\/?page_id=4095"},"modified":"2021-10-16T08:56:38","modified_gmt":"2021-10-16T08:56:38","slug":"and-the-echo","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.sarasofar.com\/?page_id=4095","title":{"rendered":"And The Echo"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif;\"><strong>And The Echo<\/strong><\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif;\"><em><strong>Written by Sara So Far\r\n\r\n<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/pre>\n<p>Distant sounds of the travelled roads<\/p>\n<p>On which my footprints fade away<\/p>\n<p>One, two, three, four are the walls around me<\/p>\n<p>They seem to frown even though I obey<\/p>\n<p>A thousand are the thoughts that rush<\/p>\n<p>Around my tired frame<\/p>\n<p>Single is the door that keeps me<\/p>\n<p>Enclosed in the same, the same, the same<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And the echo, the echo<\/p>\n<p>Of the world<\/p>\n<p>And the echo, the echo<\/p>\n<p>Of the world<\/p>\n<p>And the echo, the echo<\/p>\n<p>Of the world<\/p>\n<p>And the echo, the echo<\/p>\n<p>Of the world<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d invite you in but you&#8217;re not my kin<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s just the way that the stars align<\/p>\n<p>The blood that flows beneath your well-tanned skin<\/p>\n<p>Ain&#8217;t pulsing with the same trouble as mine<\/p>\n<p>A million are the longings that rush<\/p>\n<p>Up and down my crescent-shaped spine<\/p>\n<p>But no burden is too heavy<\/p>\n<p>When its weight is merely time<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And the echo, the echo<\/p>\n<p>Of the world<\/p>\n<p>And the echo, the echo<\/p>\n<p>Of the world<\/p>\n<p>And the echo, the echo<\/p>\n<p>Of the world<\/p>\n<p>And the echo, the echo<\/p>\n<p>Of the world<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4>\u00a92020 Sara So Far all rights reserved<\/h4>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>And The Echo Written by Sara So Far Distant sounds of the travelled roads On which my footprints fade away One, two, three, four are the walls around me They seem to frown even though I obey A thousand are the thoughts that rush Around my tired frame Single is the door that keeps me [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":2227,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"page-leftsideimg.php","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-4095","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/P49K3m-143","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sarasofar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4095","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sarasofar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sarasofar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarasofar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarasofar.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4095"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarasofar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4095\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4096,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarasofar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4095\/revisions\/4096"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarasofar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2227"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sarasofar.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4095"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}