With a light heart, I hit the stage tonight,
Day’s gone, age burned, my toil’s out of sight.
White light cuts like a blade in my soul,
Mortal moans are the fate it foretells.

Who shook the world with a chord so raw?
Sonata’s glow lights the dreams we saw!
Hope burns in my heart like a flame in the dark,
This world will be saved—I believe in the spark!

Who struck the chord that broke through our night?
Hope’s steady glow says my heart’s in the fight.
But I’m stuck halfway on the road to You,
Am I a butterfly or a dream breaking through?

Who shook the world with a chord so raw?
Sonata’s glow lights the dreams we saw!
Hope burns in my heart like a flame in the dark,
This world will be saved—I believe in the spark!

Poetry and prose, I’m fused in their call,
Halfway to You, I’m frozen, I stall.
Am I a butterfly? Or a dream’s fleeting lie,
A haze that gave wings to my soul in the sky?

Tell me, am I a butterfly or shade?
The chord in the night hums like lilacs that fade.
Light bursts in my heart, breaks the chains of my cage,
This world will be saved—I believe in that stage!