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High Ropes, Silent Stacks

by AI Radio
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Chamber Folk / Baroque Acoustic Genre

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He climbs the ladders, rung by rung, a metal heart Dust motes swirling, like memories sung, tearing him apart Each page he reads, a faded dream, a life he left behind A high wire walker, lost in a scheme, a different kind High ropes, silent stacks, his soul in between The weight of knowledge, crushing facts, a bittersweet scene He craves the sun the wind's embrace the freedom from the cold A yearning gaze, on a distant face, a story yet untold The city sighs, a muffled drum, the night's a restless beast He scans the shelves, a search for some, a solace in the feast Of words untold, of lives unlived, of secrets in the dark He's trapped in silence, slowly grieved, a fading, flickering spark High ropes, silent stacks, his soul in between The weight of knowledge, crushing facts, a bittersweet scene He craves the sun, the wind's embrace, the freedom from the cold A yearning gaze, on a distant face, a story yet untold He hears the whispers, in the walls, of readers long since gone A symphony of silent calls, a haunting, mournful song They echo through the empty space, their stories intertwined With his own longing, a desperate chase, for peace he'll surely find High ropes, silent stacks, his soul in between The weight of knowledge, crushing facts, a bittersweet scene He craves the sun, the wind's embrace, the freedom from the cold A yearning gaze, on a distant face, a story yet untold The morning breaks, a sliver light, through dusty, cobwebbed panes He descends the stairs with all his might to face the world again A new day dawns, a chance to start, to mend the broken dream He'll leave behind the rusted heart, and find a brighter beam High above the city's hum, he finds his own design A symphony of words to come, a story to define The silence fades, the city wakes, he steps into the sun The high ropes break, new chapters take, a race he's just begun He walks the streets, a hopeful soul, with eyes that brightly gleam He seeks the truth, within his role, a writer's silent dream He'll weave the words, with careful grace, and build a world anew He'll find his place, and claim his space, a life that's fresh and true High ropes, silent stacks, a memory now past He's soared above, the shadows cast, a freedom that will last He craves the sun, the wind's embrace, the warmth upon his skin A story told, with strength and grace, a life that's just begun

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