“The “Beholder” Decides”

Lights begin to rise… wires catching fire… Songs like beacons drifting higher… The Necessary Blonde laughs like sudden gold, Resonance, a whisper warm, a story unfold. And when the chorus turns, the neurons sing, Turning loss, desire, and joy into one wing. Silence and songs playing a game, Calling titles each by name. Tense but rising, close yet far, Every shadow knows who we are. Oh, the music breaks the silence wide, From the brain to the heart, where we cannot hide. Every title is a door, every note a guide, What we take, what we give, the beholder decides. Never Again, the sting of letting go Before It’s Too Late, what we should have let them know In Sunflower Fields we bloom, in Dream we fly Alive and Living shouts that breathing’s not enough to try Heartbeat pounds, reminding us we’re near Not Alone, even silence says we’re here. Night Rhythms breathe where the embers lie The pulse of midnight whispers, soft and sly In the Pocket, where the flow feels right, Lights keep on glowing, guiding through the night. Untouchable hands slip further out of time, And when Dusk descends, shimmering will sublime Oh, the music breaks the silence wide, From the brain to the heart, where the visions glide Every title is a door, every note a guide What we take, what we give, the beholder decides. Oh, the music breaks the silence wide, From the brain to the heart, where the visions glide Every title is a door, every note a guide What we take, what we give, the beholder decides. 🎸Thanks for Listening - Let’s Rock Al🌎ng 🎸 © 2025 - 2026 • E-Volve • Suno Pro/Premier • https://suno.com/@musicminded