In the corner of the dim,
Where neon's just a glint,
A singer takes his stand,
With stories in each hand.

He's got tattoos and scars,
From fights, both fair and far.
His voice, it cuts like glass,
Through every heart that passes.

A Fender Twin hums loud,
The stage lights cast a shroud.
Clippie's smoke fills the air,
As chords ring out clear and rare.

Verse one is rough and raw,
Chasing ghosts down from before.
Bridge bends in disbelief,
Of love and loss, it weaves relief.

Then comes the chorus blaze,
A fire burning through haze.
It speaks of suns and stars,
And dreams that rise to pass.

But not tonight, just now,
He sings of battles fought and how
The music's magic makes him free,
To dance with destiny.

As final notes echo out,
Dust settles as he bows.
Leaves the stage, heads for door,
Backpack full, guitars in tow.

Outside, the city shines,
Bright lights reflect his eyes.
More bars to play tonight,
More stories to ignite.

[Dive Bar Dreams]
Vektrax

♫♫♫ Vektrax
"shut up and play."
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