Before the lights, before the crowd,
I played just to feel the sound.
No fear, no name, no need to be,
Just a child with melody.
Take me back to simple days,
Where the heart was unafraid.
Every note was pure and free,
When I was sound — when I was me.
Paper dreams and broken keys,
Still they held my symphonies.
Didn’t care who heard my song,
Just the joy of playing on.
Take me back to simple days,
Where the heart was unafraid.
Every note was pure and free,
When I was sound — when I was me.
Now I know the world can fade,
But the child in me remains.
He still hums beneath the rain,
Softly calling out my name.
When I was sound, I used to see,
Every dream inside of me.
Now I play, and I believe —
I am sound. I still believe.
