Six-String Battleground

Stark stage lights (bright lights), I battle every night A canvas blank, I fill it with my plight Guitar screams, in solos it confides Echoing the artist's deep divide [Chorus] The spotlight fades but it never really dies Oh, you'll never grasp the tears that I disguise Verse 2] Velvet curtain parts, the crowd, a roaring tide Drawn to the sound, a wave where I reside Each strum's a whisper, each note bears my soul Rock's ancient rhythm, in my blood, it takes its toll [Bridge] Amidst the lights and the sound, stand I, alone My voice is raw (strong and raw), it's the cry of the wild An anthem born, from dreams of a child Each chord a battle, each riff my shield I conquer fears, on this six-string field [Chorus] In the glare of the stage, I still yearn for the skies The crowd only sees what the darkness implies