The Symphony of the Unheard

I've got a pocket full of copper and a notebook full of ink.
Sitting down on the curb just trying to think;
About the cold in my bones or the holes in my soul
Just chasing the feeling that nobody controls.
I start with a C-chord, then move to the G;
Watching the world spinning right past me.
The businessman hurries, the skater rolls by-
While I’m painting a picture of the evening sky.

And my fingers are calloused; my voice is a bit hoarse.
But I’m following a river that’s running its course.
Yeah, Yeah, the city is loud, but I’m finding the beat;
In the cracks of the pavement and the dust of the street.
And we’ll sing it out loud 'til the echoes return-
From the bridges we’ve crossed to the bridges we’ll burn.
Underneath the orange glow of a streetlight dome-
I’m building a kingdom,
With a melody trapped in a rhythmic design.
I’m doing just fine, yeah, I’m doing just fine.

The ground is trembling beneath our feet,
A symphony of power, wild and sweet!
We’ve ripped the sky, we’ve claimed the sun,
The battle’s over—but the glory’s begun.
With hearts like novae, burning through the blue,
The world starts spinning on a beat that's new!
I’m just a small flame looking for a big spark!

Yeah, I’m doing just fine... Just a notebook full of ink... And a pocket full of copper...
By Hridaan Patel.

Rock, Bollywood, Epic, Energetic, Happy, Inspirational, Hopeful, Heroic