When words come alive (Broadway). ISRC-CB-GWT-26-00261

Do you feel a tear fall On a page beneath your hand? Do you hear a whisper From a world you never planned? One small line, one fleeting thought, And suddenly you see— A face, a place, a life unknown, Waiting there for me. No picture, no stage, No voice in the room— Yet something in the silence Begins to bloom. Just a glance, just a memory, A little spark that sets them free. I give my heart a line at a time, And watch a hidden world arise. Words become footsteps, Words become light— And strangers breathe In black and white. Can you feel a story Waking underneath the page? Can you hear the footsteps Of a character onstage? Every sentence opens doors To somewhere I have never been; A thousand lives can wait for us Inside a single scene. No curtain, no crowd, No spotlight above— Just ink upon the paper And a world I learn to love. Just a glance, just a memory, A little spark that sets them free. I give my heart a line at a time, And watch a hidden world arise. Words become footsteps, Words become light— And strangers breathe In black and white. Then one night, The page grows still. I close the book— But they are with me still. The castle fades, The journey ends, Yet somewhere in my heart The story never bends. Just a glance, just a memory, A little spark that sets them free. I give my heart a line at a time, And watch a hidden world arise. Words become footsteps, Words become light, And dreams take shape Before my eyes. They live... Between the lines.

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