In a small town, where dreams linger on the doorstep,
Waiting for a chance to step into the neon night,
There’s a boy with a voice, a heart full of songs,
Watching stars over fields, thinking where he might belong.
He’d sing to the moon, a makeshift stage of old wood,
His eyes on the horizon, where he understood,
Life could be a gamble, a bet on a single play,
Where the stakes are your dreams, in this game that you play.
But the allure of the city, where fortunes turn and spin,
Called him from his comfort, to a place to begin.
With a suitcase of melodies and chords tightly strung,
He took a breath, took a step, and into the spotlight, he sprung.
Neon lights, like Vegas, where the brave put it all on the line,
His voice found the strength in each note and each line.
From cafes to clubs where the poker faces played,
He laid out his heart, not afraid of the hand he displayed.
Every note was a risk, every pause was a bet,
On a crowd, on a silence, he’d never forget.
Yet with each song he conquered, more hearts he would claim,
From a small town to big stage, they’d now know his name.
And under these lights where the lost can be found,
His small-town roots keep his soul on the ground.
As the applause echoes back to the place he began,
It’s more than a game, it’s the life that he planned.
So here’s to the dreamers who gamble on fate,
In the hope that the world might just open its gate.
To a small-town kid who bet on a chance,
And found his big stage, where he truly can dance.
His story’s a lesson that in life’s vast array,
Sometimes the biggest bet is the one that you play
On yourself, on your voice, on the dream you pursue,
For the small-town boy, and for each one of you.
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