It's not just a melody or a rhythm in the air,
It's the only friend I have when life feels unfair.
When the world gets too loud and the colors start to fade,
I find my sanctuary in the music we've made.
The guitar strings are dusty and my throat feels dry,
But there's a hum inside me that refuses to die.
It's the shaky first note of a brand-new day,
Chasing the ghosts of my failures away.
Sometimes the lyrics are a mess of my tears,
A raw, honest echo of all of my fears.
But then the beat drops, and I feel my heart pulse,
Reminding me I'm human, and nothing else.
It doesn't need a stage or a spotlight's glow,
To help a broken spirit finally start to grow.
Just a hum in the shower or a whistle in the rain,
Is enough to settle the storm and the pain.
So if your hands are trembling, just let the music play,
Let the soul find the words that you're too scared to say.
For as long as there's a song, you are never truly lost,
Find your own rhythm, no matter what the cost.