MUSIC FOR SALE

[VERSE]

In the quiet of the borderlands,
Where the river meets the stone,
A stranger walked with weary steps,
A man whose name was never known.
The winds had long been whispering
Of a path he must obey—
Not chosen by his longing heart,
But shaped by fate’s unbending way.

[VERSE]

Fifty voices rose around him,
Calling out for guiding light;
He felt the weight of generations
Falling heavy through the night.
And though he feared the rising shadows,
He answered to their plea—
For in the circle and the call,
He glimpsed what he might be.

[INSTRUMENTAL]

[VERSE]

He stood upon the trembling ridge
Between the twilight and the dawn;
The hope they placed upon his name
Was heavier than armour worn.
Yet in the hush before the battle,
A truth began to form—
That no one born of blood and fear
Can truly lead them through the storm.

[VERSE]
He wandered through the quiet heather,
Past the ruins on the hill;
The echoes of forgotten vows
Seemed to linger with him still.
For every road he travelled down
Revealed another door—
And each one framed the same old truth:
He wasn’t who they searched for.

[REPRISE]

And so he turned his steps away,
Back down the road he came;
The circle closed behind him,
The warrior with no name.
For some are born to carry crowns,
But some to walk alone—
And he, the nameless wanderer,
Found freedom in the paths unknown.