[Verse 1] Most days people fold themselves Into simple, quiet shapes Polite and predictable Hiding all their wilder space But open up a story And something starts to grow They turn fractal in the shadows Show the parts they never show [Chorus] That’s why I am an author Why I keep the fire lit You give me pieces of your mind And I get to witness it Not chasing admiration I’m collecting something true Without the chroniclers among us What would any of us do [Verse 2] You read a line I barely liked And somehow it becomes A compass in your pocket A drumbeat in your lungs And in that quiet moment Your meaning meets my own I see the map inside you And I’m no longer alone [Chorus] That’s why I am an author Why I keep the fire lit You give me pieces of your mind And I get to witness it Not chasing admiration I’m collecting something true Without the chroniclers among us What would any of us do [Bridge] Some folks build the cities Some folks guard the gates But someone has to write it down So memory doesn’t fade [Final Chorus] That’s why I am an author Why I keep the fire lit Your universe is fuel to me And every spark is legit It’s eternal when it happens That quiet pull of truth Without the chroniclers among us What would any of us do
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