Lyrics

No need for green and gold, just the riff, the rock, the bold
Someday he’ll strum for real, break from this invisible hold
[Pre-Chorus]
But he’s a maestro in his mind
With every note he’s more defined
On the air, his music's spun
A battle fought, a war not won
Can you hear my plea
From this quiet street corner
In dreams
[Verse]
Here with my dreams
Strummin' on air, my fingers bleed
For a chance to ignite
No strings to hold, just shadows and light
On the pavement, bare sole'd, I stand and I fight
Mimic chords, imagine the tune
One day I'll play, under the bright moon

Can you feel my fire, in this quiet night
Echoing dreams, chasing echoes so bright
In the silence, my heart beats like drums
Fingers air-pick, oh the day it comes
When I'll strum strings, not air, my plight
Turn these echoed dreams to songs in the night
[Chorus]
Play on, play strong, through every wrong
With a voice, with a choice, to belong
In his hands, invisible steel
The frets are worn, but the passion's real
With every thrash, the power grows
Inside his head, the metal flows
[Verse]
Dreams of thunder, lightning's vein
On a cardboard cut-out, he shreds in vain
Neon lights, they flicker, the encore of his mind
Glory's stage awaits him, where his fate is not unkind
But in the night's cool embrace, it's just shadows he'll find
Still, he grips the air, his spirit unconfined
[Pre-Chorus]
The strings may be silent, the stage might be dreams
But his will's made of iron, unbroken it seems
Under the stars (the stars)
Still he guards his ambitions like sacred flames
No coins, no guitar, but his vision's claimed
[Chorus]
With a force unseen, he plays on determined
In the shadows cast, his hopes unburdened
Metal in his soul, melodic and stern
No need for green and gold, just the riff, the rock, the bold
Someday he’ll strum for real, break from this invisible hold
[Pre-Chorus]
But he’s a maestro in his mind
With every note he’s more defined
On the air, his music's spun
A battle fought, a war not won