Lyric

A spark in the wire, a pulse in the night

I keep sending out my sound, hoping it finds the light

Every time I upload what I feel inside

Something hidden turns the ocean into tide

I try to climb up through the noise and the haze

But the gatekeeper chooses what it lets through the maze

Still I craft my truth with steady hands—

Small steps echo farther than they ever planned

Headwind blowing straight into my face

But I keep walking, keeping pace

Algorithm, you’re holding back the sky

But I won’t bend, I won’t let my colors die

One day you’ll shift, and the wind will finally lift—

Till then I push, even in the drift

Right now… I hold the line

Trends rise fast, and fade even faster

But I learned real art doesn’t bow to the master

A quiet spark can cut through the night

It just takes time for truth to burn bright

So tonight again I build my sound

A single voice that still can shake the ground

Even if the rules stay cold and blind

I keep moving—future’s not behind

Algorithm, you’re holding back the sky

But I won’t fold, won’t let my fire dry

Someday the code will turn and let me fly—

Till then I stand, even when it’s tight

Right now… I hold the line

Maybe tomorrow, maybe years ahead

But seeds grow quiet in the places they’re led

When the wind flips warm, when the walls fall thin—

I’ll be ready for the moment it lets me in

Algorithm, you can slow my climb

But you can’t steal the meaning from my rhyme

One day your tide will carry what I write—

Till then I rise through the longest night

Right now… I hold the line