Echoes of the unheard

[Intro] [Banjo and soft psychedelic tones] [Verse 1] In a room where the walls hear every word, Tiny hands, big promises, the echoes of the unheard. Polka dots on blue, a swirl of youthful dreams, Writing lines on the black, silence bursting at the seams. [Chorus] ‘I will not,’ repeated like a solemn little hymn, Each word a step, each phrase a climb, her innocence on a whim. [Instrumental Break] [Banjo solo with dreamy effects] [Verse 2] With every chalk stroke, a world of her own she defends, Against the laughing shadows, her small defiance extends. Under the somber sky, in her shoes neatly tied, She stands by the blackboard where her quiet rebels hide. [Chorus] ‘I will not,’ repeated like a solemn little hymn, Each word a step, each phrase a climb, her innocence on a whim. [Bridge] Not just lessons in writing, more in resilience and grace, In the heart of a city, she finds her own little space. [Instrumental Break] [Banjo solo with dreamy effects] [Verse 3] So here’s to the girl with chalk in her hand, Building her fortress in a nook of this land. Promising not to bend, not to fade into the dusk, In her whispers and writings, she weaves hope out of husk. [Outro] [Banjo and soft psychedelic tones fade out]