{Intro Guitar Instrumental} The curtains rise within his mind, where golden spotlights gleam. Time returns on wings of each song, their memory a past dream. His fingers danced across the strings, while ears began to soar. Every note he gave the world came from his creative core. {Guitar Instrumental} The crowds became a sea of stars, excitement filled the air and in the glow of countless nights, he knew that he was there. Now, the stage draws its curtain close and dims the fading light, yet all the halls he filled with song, still echo through the night. {Guitar Instrumental} Then dawn breaks through the theater dust and shows what time has spared. The music lives in those who felt the mood that his songs repaired. He sees the faces in the crowd, the smiles, and all the cheers, recalling his success that still shines throughout the years. {Guitar Instrumental} He lifts his head, his spirit free for what the future brings. For, his music still fills the air, as his songs have their own wings. Next, comes the truth, a quiet dawn, no time has traced. His music was not just his sound, but the love each song embraced. {Outro Guitar Instrumental} ~Justin R Hart~
