Broken Dream

(Broken Dream) (Broken Dream) I walked the halls with my headphones loud, sang the songs, pretending for the crowd. In my youth the spotlight shined on me, karaoke nights — the crowd cheered endlessly. The bar was closed, no place for me to play, the weight of work grew heavier each day. my homemade songs, they never found their way. a small-town stage — their hatred drove me away. It’s a broken dream — to spread love, be loved the same, but my voice was never made for fame. it’s a broken dream, the sweet applause I can’t repeat. Still I sing — the music is my heartbeat. It's a broken dream. (Broken Dream) (Broken Dream) At forty-one my lost voice I found, through AI songs I bring my life to sound. My voice returns in every endless beat, yet still unseen, my dream stays incomplete. Longing for applause still lives in me, my heartfelt music always stays unseen, The crowd I dream of never shows its face, yet I keep singing, holding to my place. It’s a broken dream — to spread love, be loved the same, but my voice was never made for fame. it’s a broken dream, the sweet applause I can’t repeat. Still I sing — the music is my heartbeat. It's a broken dream. (Broken Dream) (Broken Dream) (Broken Dream) (Broken Dream) It’s a broken dream — to spread love, be loved the same, but my voice was never made for fame. it’s a broken dream, the sweet applause I can’t repeat. Still I sing — the music is my heartbeat. It's a broken dream. (Broken Dream) (Broken Dream) (Broken Dream) (Broken Dream)