[Intro: coins filling a jar, CD case clicking open 💿] [Verse 1: Nostalgic Synth-Pop] I washed the car and cut the grass, Saved every dollar earned. Then carried home three silver discs For every chore returned. The PlayStation began humming. The television glowed. A sword appeared above the clouds. I watched the future load. Polygon heroes crossed the screen, Not sprites from yesterday. The camera swept through Midgar And stole my room away. Cloud leapt from off the train. The reactor shook the night. I held my breath and gripped the pad, Already in the fight. [Chorus: Cinematic Rock ⚔️] Three discs to save the world! A memory card to hold The friends I met, the fights I won, And stories still untold! Materia shining in my hands, An airship in the sky. I thought I bought a video game. I found another life! [Verse 2: Industrial Rock, metallic drums 🌆] The slums beneath the metal plate, The flowers in the gloom, A motorcycle tore through sparks Across my living room. I bred the fastest chocobo, Got lost beyond the towns, And learned that even heroes Carry memories breaking down. [Bridge: piano, distant choir 🌧️] Some moments left me silent. Some victories made me cheer. These blocky little characters Could somehow make me tear. Mom called me down for dinner. I begged, “One save point more!” No afternoon had ever held A universe before. [Final Chorus: Full orchestra, key change 🌟] Three discs to save the world! The CRT burned bright. I chased a silver shadow Through another sleepless night. When credits climbed the darkness, I stayed there misty-eyed. The greatest journey of my childhood Kept unfolding deep inside. [Outro: disc drive slowing, menu chime] [Child, whispering] Please insert Disc Two. [Orchestra explodes]
