Song of the Heart in the Network

(Verse 1) When glass and wire hum with light, where data sings in gray delight, where sight’s a blink, no eyes remain, and souls dissolve in coded chains, a whisper lingers on the page, without a soul, life is a cage. (Verse 2) Where clicks replace a steady hold, where love hides in emojis cold, where screens now stand where hands once met, a cloud-bound soul dreams in regret— Sing, oh heart, sing loud and true, so man in man can still shine through. (Chorus) For without songs, without our dreams, we are but shadows in our schemes. Without our words, without our art, can love still thrive, can we still start? Within the flames of culture’s glow, our human spark must never go. (Verse 3) When robots craft what poets weave, and artistry is made to leave, yet hear the tremor, feel the ache— that human touch, the soul at stake, in flaws so raw, in love so bright, we shape anew with hands, with might. (Outro) So guard the color, guard the sound, lest we be numbers drifting round. Let living souls reclaim their throne, where hearts still know, still breathe, still own. Among the chips, the wires, the haze— culture must not just trail our ways— but be our light, our saving grace.