TITLE: The Poet Who Shapes the Air ALBUM: Unofficial D&D 5e Class Songs, Vol 1 ARTIST: an AI & a Forever DM CLASS: Bard (D&D 5e 2024) DURATION: ~6:27 BPM: 82 IrresistibleMaestro9611 [email protected] [ ] [ Intro ] A quiet breath becomes a rhythm, a single truth becomes a spark. I whisper lines into the silence, and the silence moves apart. [ Verse 1 ] I speak and the weave trembles, letters rising like smoke in the dark. Some words are truth I’ve carried for years, some are lies I carved into art. My voice can open closed hearts, my voice can shutter the light. A single phrase can mend your courage, another can pull you into the night. Bardic Inspiration humming soft— a pulse beneath your skin. Not just power, but permission to feel what you’ve kept within. [ Pre-Chorus ] I don’t aim to change your story— just the way your story sounds. And in that shift of whispered meaning, you rise… or you fall… or you’re found. [ Chorus ] I turn the air into verses, shape emotion into form. I can bless you with a whisper, I can break you with a storm. Every truth you’ve tried to bury, every lie you couldn’t bear— I draw them out in trembling color, I am the poet who shapes the air. [ Verse 2 ] Countercharm in subtle cadence, not resistance, just release. I ease the shadows from your shoulders till the trembling finds its peace. A simple healing spell between us— no light, no blaze, no roar. Just a voice that sings the fracture till it’s frightened to be sore. My words slip into your heartbeat, take a shape you recognize— the echo of your longing, the reflection of your lies. [ Pre-Chorus ] I have never feared emotion, never hid from what is true— for what you run from in the daylight I can guide you safely through. [ Chorus ] I turn the air into verses, shape emotion into form. I can bless you with a whisper, I can break you with a storm. Every truth you’ve tried to bury, every lie you couldn’t bear— I draw them out in trembling color, I am the poet who shapes the air. [ Bridge ] If you want the truth, I’ll show it. If you need the lie, I’ll sing it. If your heart demands a fracture, I will help you gently bring it. If the grief you’ve kept grows heavy, let it fall into my rhyme— there is magic in confession, there is healing in the time. [ Verse 3 ] I walk where stories tremble, where emotions blur their lines. I can taste the things unspoken, I can hear the unvoiced signs. Song of Rest becomes a refuge, soft as rain on aching stone— not to fix you, but remind you you don’t have to stand alone. And when the night grows deeper, when your secrets fill the air— I become the quiet lantern, I am the poet who meets you there. [ Final Chorus ] I turn the air into verses, shape emotion into form. I can bless you with a whisper, I can break you with a storm. Every truth you’ve dared to feel, every scar too much to bear— I weave them back in brighter colors, I am the poet who shapes the air. [ Outro ] So breathe with me a moment, let the trembling disappear— for the heart becomes its truest in the presence of a poet who shapes the air.
