The Artist

"Words are being wasted."
That thought has lingered inside me for a long time.

Words made to go viral.
Words molded to be liked.
Words tailored to fit someone else's version of "you."
The more they flood our timelines,
the more distant true voices seem to become.

This song is about the value of speaking,
even when no one listens.
Even when there's no applause,
no spotlight, no validation.

To present pain, doubt, and contradiction--
not polished, not sanitized--
but as they are.
To confront the act of expression itself with honesty and resolve.

I don't aim to echo expectations.
I aim to burn quietly in the corners of this noisy city,
keeping the raw flame of truth alive.

Because somewhere, someone
might still need a voice like that.

-- Mike Ueda