I walk through crowded streets where every voice becomes a hymn,

A whisper turns to opera and the daylight starts to dim.

A mother calls her child and it becomes a lullaby,

A stranger curses fate and it becomes a choir in the sky.

I never asked for this gift,

I never learned how to choose.

Every word that you lift

Becomes a melody I can’t refuse.

Your words become my music, [spoken male voice]

Your breath becomes my song. [angelic choir]

I turn the world to rhythm,

Even when it feels wrong.

I don’t control the voices,

I only shape the tune —

Your words become my music, [spoken male voice]

And they echo through the room.

A threat becomes a ballad with a trembling violin,

A lie becomes a choir made of voices soaked in sin.

A secret spoken softly blooms into a mournful chord,

A promise breaks in harmony no heart can afford.

I can’t silence the sound,

I can’t quiet the truth.

Every thought spoken out loud [deep male voice]

Becomes a symphony uncouth.

Your words become my music,

Your breath becomes my song.

I turn the world to rhythm,

Even when it feels wrong.

I don’t control the voices,

I only shape the tune —

Your words become my music,

And they echo through the room.

[Bridge] (haunting, layered voices)

I hear the broken, the bitter, the brave,

Every confession the world ever gave.

I am the keeper of songs you don’t mean,

Turning your shadows to something serene.

But when I speak, the world stays still —

My voice alone has no free will.

Your words become my music,

Your breath becomes my song.

I turn the world to rhythm,

Even when it feels wrong.

I don’t control the voices,

I only shape the tune —

Your words become my music,

And they echo through the room.

So speak your truth or speak your lies,

I’ll turn them into lullabies.[childlike voice]

I am EchoSayer — cursed and blessed —

The world sings through me, never rests.