I climb the stage again this night ‘Cause the place seems.

I climb the stage again this night
‘Cause the place seems….

I climb the stage again this night
‘Cause the place seems to call, a familiar sight.
The crowd murmurs, the lights burn bright,
A space where I’m free, where wrong feels right.

The air hums with anticipation,
A blend of excitement and pure elation.
Every face watching, yet in isolation,
A sea of souls, each with their own sensation.

I step into the spotlight’s warm embrace,
The stage beneath my feet, the world in place.
The rhythm of my heart, the rush of grace,
I’m here again, I’m ready to face.

For the world outside, it’s hard to breathe,
But here, I find a moment to believe.
The music calls, the notes weave and seethe,
Every strum, every word is a reprieve.

I climb the stage again this night,
‘Cause this is where I feel the fight.
Where nerves turn to power, wrongs to right,
Where silence shatters, and dreams take flight.

This stage, a refuge, a space of truth,
A place for the lost, for the seekers of youth.
It’s where I speak the things uncouth,
Where I leave behind doubt, and trust the proof.

So here I am, once more in the glow,
For what’s beneath the lights, I’ll never know.
But on this stage, I’m free to show,
That in the end, I let it all flow.

I climb the stage again this night
Because here, my soul feels light.