Violet's Song

(I am Violet a jazz singer; with the vocal skills to tell a tale, to make you laugh, to make you cry. I can make your adrenaline soar and your heart contract.) [Verse 1] I look in the mirror, see the stories unfold, Lines like rivers, creases of old. Each mark a moment, a tale, a trace, Wrinkles a map of time on my face. [Prechorus] I won't paint over, I won't disguise, They are the truths behind my eyes. [Chorus] Lines and aches, they’re my refrain, A little joy, a little pain. I sing them out, I wear them proud, My voice the echo, my soul unbowed. [Verse 2] The stage is my home, the spotlight’s glare, A microphone whispers, pulls me there. I draw from the years, the highs, the lows, Each note a bloom, each lyric grows. [Prechorus] No need for polish, no need for gloss, Life’s finest art comes with no boss. [Chorus] Lines and aches, they’re my refrain, A little joy, a little pain. I sing them out, I wear them proud, My voice the echo, my soul unbowed. (I am Violet a jazz singer; with the vocal skills to tell a tale, to make you laugh, to make you cry. I can make your adrenaline soar and your heart contract.) Violet singing in a purply haze Petals worn but singing on. Singing on, vocals of time stood still truth my aim in every note.