Midnight lamp and a broken chair Dust in the strings, smoke in the air Fingers bleed on a stubborn chord Chasing a sound I can’t afford Pages torn but I still remain Hunting rhythm inside the pain Every line that refuses to fit Makes me sharper, bit by bit Back to the start, strike the wire Turn the doubt into fire The burn out of the writer It’s the grind in the night Rising up through the silence Till the words hit right And the search never ends When the rhyme won’t ignite It’s the eye on the music And the will to write Coffee rings on a battlefield Every scar that the pen revealed Crossed-out dreams in a blacked-out book Still I fight for the perfect hook Wrong note rings but I play again Break the bar, then I bend the pen One more draft, one more try Till the chorus learns to fly Strike the match, feed the flame Till the melody knows my name The burn out of the writer It’s the grind in the night Rising up through the silence Till the words hit right And the search never ends When the rhyme won’t ignite It’s the eye on the music And the will to write Train the voice, hold the tone Carve the truth into bone Sweat and ink, page by page Locked inside this cage Till the sound breaks free Like it’s meant to be The burn out of the writer It’s the climb to the light Standing tall in the echo Of a thousand fights And I won’t back down Till the chord is tight Got my eye on the music And the will to write
