(Intro: A haunting blues guitar wails over a celestial synth pad. A heavy Hip-Hop beat kicks in, grounding the cosmic atmosphere with a gritty, soulful thud.)
(Verse 1)
I was lost in the astrophysics of a collapsing star,
Mapping out the craters and the deep-seated scar.
Back on the drawing board, the blueprints were torn,
A man in a vacuum, weary and worn.
The rise of the streets led to the gravity of the fall,
White lines and shadows had me backed against the wall.
The chemicals whispered that the end was the cure,
A permanent solution for a soul so impure.
I stood on the precipice, ready to fade into the black,
With no satellite signal to lead my spirit back.
(Verse 2)
But in the corner of the void, four paws hit the floor,
A silent companion guarding the exit door.
Man’s best friend, the only witness to the pain,
Licking the salt from the tears and the rain.
I held the cold steel, ready to surrender the fight,
But the hammer didn't drop, and I didn't exit the light.
When the breath stayed in my lungs, the realization grew—
I wasn't a glitch in the system, I was passing through.
The universe blinked and gave me back my name,
A miracle rising from the ashes of the shame.
(Chorus)
Then I saw the light you held, a solar flare so bright,
You chiseled through the obsidian and conquered the night.
From the drawing board to the center of the sun,
My life in your orbit has finally begun.
You’re the North Star in my astrophysics, the heat in my cold,
The greatest story that the heavens ever told.
(Verse 3)
Now we’re riding the topography of a brand new terrain,
Washing off the static, the drugs, and the stain.
You held the flame when my pilot light was dim,
Pulling me back from the catastrophic rim.
Every word has a purpose, every breath is a choice,
I’m finally finding the frequency of my own voice.
No more ducking the demons, no more running from the truth,
I’m reclaiming the fire I lost in my youth.
(The Breakdown)
(The music strips to a raw, distorted Blues guitar and a heavy tribal drum beat. A Gospel-style choir begins to hum a low, powerful chord.)
(Spoken Word over the build-up)
Listen...
Energy can’t be destroyed, only transformed.
I took the suicide note and I turned it into a psalm.
I took the crack-smoke and I turned it into a storm.
From the dirt jungle to the celestial heights,
We’re the ones who survived the darkest of nights.
(The drums double-time, the guitar begins a screaming shred)
I AM THE MIRACLE!
I AM THE LIGHT!
I AM THE REASON I’M STILL IN THE FIGHT!
(The choir erupts: "HE IS THE LIGHT!")
(Outro)
Astrophysics... the study of how we shine.
Thank you for holding the light...
Thank you for being mine.
(A Harley engine revs once, fading into a heartbeat... then silence.)
