All my love force and nerve

Midnight whispers on an empty street,

Canvas aching for my hands to speak,

No applause, just the moon's cold glow,

But I'll paint the stars if they dare to show.

They say my colors fade with the wind,

But they don't see the fire within,

Every stroke is a battle cry,

Every shade is a truth denied.

All my love, force, nerve,

I pour it out with every curve,

Watch the shadows start to swerve,

When I show 'em what I'm worth!

All my love, force, nerve,

No more hiding in the blur,

Light it up and watch it burn,

This is me—no return.

Oh, the critics sleep while the colors rise,

Underneath the blackened skies,

But I won’t stop, I won’t erase,

Till the world remembers my name.

Silent years like a muted song,

But the rhythm’s been there all along,

Now the brushes dance in my grip,

Turning doubt into a masterpiece.

No more whispers, no more lies,

Watch the canvas come alive,

With every drop of sweat and soul,

I’m tearing through the silent mold.

You can try to look away,

But the colors are here to stay,

This ain’t luck, it ain’t a fluke—

It’s the explosion of my truth.

All my love, force, nerve,

I pour it out with every curve,

Watch the shadows start to swerve,

When I show 'em what I'm worth!

All my love, force, nerve,

No more hiding in the blur,

Light it up and watch it burn,

This is me—no return.