[Cinematic orchestral swell, soft piano chords, a distant horn signaling adventure]
Verse 1
He’s packin’ up his dreams in a duffel bag,
Leavin’ Mama’s basement, no time to lag.
Twenty-two, bold, thinks he’s wise as stone,
“I’m ready for the world, I’ll make it on my own.”
Posters off the wall, comic books in stacks,
His donkey’s tethered tight, Xbox in his pack.
Mama’s eyes are misty, but he’s feelin’ grand,
A king in his mind, with the world in his hand.
[Strings rise, a triumphant violin melody, drums pulse like a heartbeat]
Chorus
To the city he goes, where the free winds blow,
Where the streets are gold, or so he’s been told.
No rules, no chains, just a young man’s flame,
Burnin’ bright, he’s claimin’ his name.
Oh, the city’s callin’, he’s standin’ tall,
Ready to conquer, he’ll never fall.
Verse 2
He leads his stubborn donkey, Xbox tucked away,
Horizon in his gaze, he’s bound for brighter days.
The city shines like jewels beneath the risin’ sun,
Freedom’s his prize, and the race has begun.
He dreams of grand parties, of laughter and wine,
A life where the stars and his fate align.
No basement, no curfew, no mother’s soft plea,
He’s writin’ his story, wild and free.
[Horns blare, a bold crescendo, cymbals crash like city noise]
Chorus
To the city he goes, where the free winds blow,
Where the streets are gold, or so he’s been told.
No rules, no chains, just a young man’s flame,
Burnin’ bright, he’s claimin’ his name.
Oh, the city’s callin’, he’s standin’ tall,
Ready to conquer, he’ll never fall.
Bridge
[Ominous low strings, a faint discordant hum creeps in]
At the city’s gate, his donkey brays low Just as a stranger bolts, eyes wild with woe.
Tattered cloak, mad haste, he knocks the boy aside,
Leavin’ dust and questions as he flees the tide.
“Who’s that fool?” he mutters, clutchin’ Xbox tight,
Relieved that madman’s gone, out of mind and sight.
The city gates open, the lights burn bright,
He steps toward his future, heart alight.
[Drums quicken, then slow, a haunting choir hums faintly]
Chorus
To the city he goes, where the free winds blow,
Where the streets are gold, or so he’s been told.
No rules, no chains, just a young man’s flame,
Burnin’ bright, he’s claimin’ his name.
Oh, the city’s callin’, he’s standin’ tall,
Ready to conquer, he’ll never fall.
Outro
[Soft, eerie violin, a whisper of wind, music fades to silence]
But the city he’s chosen, it hums with a curse,
A place where desires twist for the worse.
Sodom and Gomorrah, the name left unsaid,
He’s walked into fire, where angels won’t tread.
That man who ran past, with fear in his soul,
Was the last one to flee ‘fore the heavens would roll.
MolonMolex
