Her (soft, thoughtful): I’ve wondered that too… Because when someone says “red,” Does it look the same in your head as it does in mine?Or does it have to be red?
(Pause, she thinks, then starts singing gently.)
[Verse 1] (soft, curious, dreamy)
See, when I hear a word, it’s never just sound
It’s colors and shapes, spinning around
It’s pages that turn, a story unfolds
A city of pirates, a castle of gold
And I don’t know why, but it happens so fast
I’ll be deep in a math test—then gone in a flash
A tale takes its place, right out of thin air
And suddenly, I’m not even there…
(Music builds slightly, picking up like her thoughts are racing.)
[Pre-Chorus] (quicker, words tumbling out like she can’t stop them)
I don’t think—I see, I feel, I know
A plot takes root and it starts to grow
Like ink that spills, like stars that align
These worlds just appear… in my mind
[Chorus] (building, passionate, but still controlled)
What’s it like? It’s lightning, it’s light
It’s words that dance in the dead of night
It’s thoughts so big, they don’t fit inside
So I let them out, I let them fly
But people just stare, they don’t understand
They see the letters slip through my hands
They say, “You mix them up, you get them wrong”But I build whole worlds, I write whole songs (Brief pause, soft but intense.)
And isn’t that the point all along?
(Music swells, intensity grows, words start rushing faster.) [Verse 2] (fast-paced, almost breathless like a rush of thoughts)
I know chiaroscuro, bildungsroman
Read ancient Greek like it’s nothing at all
But they hear “dyslexic” and smirk when I say
That I write whole books every single day
But the stories don’t stop, they don’t care what they think They flood in my brain before I can blink A girl lost at sea, a thief on the run
A kingdom that falls with the rise of the sun (Pause—soft, almost whispering.)
It’s never quiet… not for me. [Chorus 2] (stronger, bigger, more powerful now) What’s it like? It’s thunder, it’s wildIt’s the wonder I’ve had since I was a childIt’s words that glow, they spark, they ignite They burn so bright, I can’t hold them insideAnd maybe the letters get tangled sometimesBut the meaning still shines between every lineI don’t need perfect spelling to make you believe Because the magic is real if you just let it breathe (Instrumental swell, almost overwhelming, then drops suddenly to a quiet moment.) [Bridge] (soft, intimate, but firm—like she’s making a final point.)So when you ask me what it’s like…I can’t say in just black and white
It’s color, it’s fire, it’s chaos, it’s artIt’s everything pouring straight from my heart [Final Chorus] (soaring, triumphant, free)What’s it like? It’s endless, it’s mineIt’s something no one can ever define It’s words that race, it’s stories untoldIt’s something too big for your hands to hold so let them laugh let them doubt Let them try to figure me outBecause I am more than the words that I writeAnd I know what it’s like— And that’s enough for me tonight
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