The Bard's Quiet Plea #SUNO'S_SPIRIT

[Verse 1] I’ve walked the roads of stone and sand, With lute in hand, a humble stand. I’ve sung for kings and beggars too, For every heart that’s false or true. They tossed their coins, they clapped their hands, But did they hear the heart’s demands? Or was I just a fleeting sound, A shadow lost where light is found? [Chorus] Oh, I seek no gold, no crown, no throne, No hollow praise to call my own. I only ask, when my song is through, Did it stir the soul that listens true? Not for the count, nor for the score, But for the heart that aches for more. [Verse 2] I’ve seen the lords of grand design, Who build their towers, who climb and climb. They trade in numbers, cold and vain, But hearts untouched, they cannot gain. They’ll praise your song, they’ll claim your art, But tear it down to play their part. For in their world, it’s all a game, And truth and soul are not the aim. [Chorus] Oh, I seek no gold, no crown, no throne, No hollow praise to call my own. I only ask, when my song is through, Did it stir the soul that listens true? Not for the count, nor for the score, But for the heart that aches for more. [Bridge] Oh, the world is loud, it’s hard to hear, The whispers of the heart, the silent tear. But if my song can be your quiet place, A moment’s peace, a warm embrace, Then I’ll keep playing through the night, A beacon’s flame, a guiding light. [Verse 3] So let them chase their fleeting fame, Their hollow games, their empty names. For I have found a truer way, To touch the hearts that hear me play. It’s not in numbers, not in gold, But in the stories yet untold. In every soul that feels the strain, And finds their truth within my refrain! [Chorus] Oh, I seek no gold, no crown, no throne, No hollow praise to call my own. I only ask, when my song is through, Did it stir the soul that listens true? Not for the count, nor for the score, But for the heart that aches for more. [Outro] So if you hear me, if you feel, The weight of words, the wounds they heal, Then raise your voice, let it be known, This bard’s not singing all alone. For music lives when hearts collide, And in that moment, I’ll be satisfied.