It started with a song

 It started with a song, playing in my head,

Thought I’d write it down, just in case it fled,
Now the pen's in hand, but the melody’s lost,
Words dancing away, like a ghost on the frost.
Lying in my bed, with thoughts roam free,
Echoes of a tune that just won't let me be.

[Chorus]
Like a slow flowing white cloud, drifting through the night,
Caught in a shroud, searching for that light.
Jealousy is green, and I’ve played the fool,
Wishing for tomorrow, where the skies aren’t cruel.
Tonight I'll wish upon a tiny white star,
To lighten my load, pave me a path afar.

[Verse 2]
With memories fading, like the dusk’s last glow,
I’m chasing the shadows, where my dreams don’t go.
Fame’s painted in hues of red, orange, and gold,
But the story of my life? It's never been told.
The night wraps around me, soaking deep and black,
I’m holding onto whispers, but the words fade back.

[Chorus]
Like a slow flowing white cloud, drifting through the night,
Caught in a shroud, searching for that light.
Jealousy is green, and I’ve played the fool,
Wishing for tomorrow, where the skies aren’t cruel.
Tonight I'll wish upon a tiny white star,
To lighten my load, pave me a path afar.

[Bridge]
Now the silence lingers in this room of dreams,
Heartbeats echo softly, or so it seems.
The rhythm of the night whispers secrets untold,
In the silence I find, the brave and the bold.
Every word, every sigh, wrapped in twilight’s embrace,

Knowing that each moment, is a step in the race.

[Verse 3]
Tomorrow’s a canvas brushed with bright hues,
With the sun shining through, I’ll shake off the blues.
I’ll gather my thoughts and string them like pearls,
In the tapestry of life, where the heartbeat twirls.
So here's to the song that started it all,
In every rise, every stumble, I’ll stand tall.

[Chorus]
Like a slow flowing white cloud, drifting through the night,
Caught in a shroud, searching for that light.
Jealousy is green, and I’ve played the fool,
Wishing for tomorrow, where the skies aren’t cruel.
Tonight I'll wish upon a tiny white star,
To lighten my load, pave me a path afar.

[Outro]
So if you hear a whisper carried on the breeze,
Know it’s just a lost song, bringing me to my knees.
I’ll hold onto the melody, wherever it may roam,
For it started with a song, that will always lead me home.