Between the Lights

Stage lights fade, the crowd is gone,

Only echoes linger on.

Fame is just a passing flame,

Still, I play — it feels the same.

Between the lights, I find my way,

Dreams that burn, then fade away.

Still I chase that gentle sound,

Where my soul can’t be bound.

Money talks, the heart grows still,

But I write for what I feel.

Every scar becomes a rhyme,

Every loss becomes my time.

Between the lights, I find my way,

Dreams that burn, then fade away.

Still I chase that gentle sound,

Where my soul can’t be bound.

They see gold, I see the pain,

Hidden in the soft refrain.

Music breathes where words can’t stay,

Guiding me through shades of gray.

Lights go out, I close my eyes,

Hear my song beneath the skies.

Even when the stars are gone,

My melody lives on…