[Intro — spoken, low]
yeah that sounds lyrics Yeah, I’ll keep the light on in the dark,
Trust my heart even when it’s scarred,
I’ll rise again, no matter how far,
This is my flame, this is my spark.
[Verse 1]
Neon puddles paint the alleyways, the rain smells like old smoke,
Backroom piano moans the blues, the keys creak when I choke.
Worn shoes tap a hollow beat on boards that know my name,
Whiskey breath and ticket stubs — the midnight train's the same.
[Chorus — tight hook]
I’ll rise again, through smoke and neon rain,
This flame’s my name. (This flame’s my name)
When the night comes hard and the lights go cold and far,
I keep a ember burning like a star.
[Verse 2]
Cigarette ash on a photograph, a table with two chairs,
A broken mirror on the wall reflects a thousand prayers.
Saxophone in the doorway hums a line that aches and bends,
I call it hope in minor key — my music and my friend.
[Chorus]
I’ll rise again, through smoke and neon rain,
This flame’s my name. (Horn answers: wah-wah)
When the night comes hard and the lights go cold and far,
I keep a ember burning like a star.
[Sax Interlude / Call & Response — 🎷]
(Sax solo — 8 bars; vocal tag answers each phrase)
Vocal tag: ooh-oooh — (Sax: wah-wah) — ooh-oooh — (Sax: long cry)
[Bridge — memory that flips the script]
I remember a power cut in '03, mama lit a mason jar,
She put the flame on the windowsill and taught me how to spar
With every dark that tried to claim the house, she sang the keys with scars.
Said, "Boy, when the lights go out, keep singing — hold that jar."
That night the train blew past with steam; my fears were left behind,
I learned a little truth in the hush: some fires you gotta find.
[Verse 3 — tactile detail]
Smokestack silhouettes against a bruised and bitter sky,
A bar stool loves the stories of the men who came to cry.
My shirt smells of rain, my hands are rough from doing time,
But there’s a brass-and-shadow promise in each worn line of rhyme.
[Chorus — full, with horn echoes]
I’ll rise again, through smoke and neon rain,
This flame’s my name. (This flame’s my name)
Midnight train or empty room, I’ll keep this light alive,
My spark will hold the map that guides me back to life.
[Tag / Call & Response]
This flame’s my name — (Sax answers: oh-oh-oh)
This flame’s my name — (Horn: long cry)
[Outro — reprise of user's lines preserved exactly]
yeah that sounds lyrics Yeah, I’ll keep the light on in the dark,
Trust my heart even when it’s scarred,
I’ll rise again, no matter how far,
This is my flame, this is my spark.
[Final hush]
(Sax fades on the last note, piano rings like a jar of light)
