little wonder

Verse 1: From a humble start, sightless eyes but a seeing heart, In a world of sound, he played his part. The keys under his fingers, telling tales so bright, Singing "Isn't She Lovely" into the night. His life, a canvas of rhythm and blues, Soulful expressions, old news made new. From "Living for the City," he shaped his art, Every melody a mirror of his heart. HOOK: In the rhythm of life, he finds his way, With every song, he has his say. From the heart of darkness, to the light of day, He turns the night into his musical play. Verse 2: A prodigy in shadows, where light found a way, Through every note, he'd play what words couldn't say. "Sir Duke" echoed, his tribute to the kings, In harmonies deep, his spirit sings. Never seen the sunrise, but he felt its glow, In the warmth of the sounds, his tunes would show. His voice a bridge over widening gaps, Uniting worlds through musical maps. HOOK: In the rhythm of life, he finds his way, With every song, he has his say. From the heart of darkness, to the light of day, He turns the night into his musical play. Verse 3: He danced on stages without ever seeing the crowd, Their cheers and their cries, feelings spoken aloud. "Higher Ground" he sought, through every chord played, A testament to the strength that never swayed. From silence, his voice broke free, A powerful surge in the musical sea. A testament to courage, a relentless drive, In every beat, his soul alive. HOOK: In the rhythm of life, he finds his way, With every song, he has his say. From the heart of darkness, to the light of day, He turns the night into his musical play.