My Dearest Kylie Jane

[Verse 1 – Soft, fragile, and broken] Born in shadow, never free, A ghost of a girl they wouldn’t see. Silken chains ‘round wrists so small, No one heard when I would fall. A whisper lost behind locked doors, A heart that dreamed of something more. Fingers bled on blades they gave, A child’s hope they couldn’t save. [Pre-Chorus – Rising sorrow, aching] But I held my breath and hid my tears, A fragile spark through endless years. Behind cold eyes, a fire grew— I swore one day, I'd break through. [Chorus – Powerful but aching, her vow] I was just a name they’d throw away, A shadow bound to night and day. But in my heart, a storm would rise— I won’t be chained, I won’t be blind. No master’s hand will hold me down, I’ll carve my fate and take this crown. [Verse 2 – Darker, deeper wounds] They called me quiet, they made me small, A broken doll behind their walls. My hands grew quick, my heart turned cold— A life of steel for lies they sold. A thousand nights, no stars would shine, Just blood and fear that wasn’t mine. Yet in the dark, I made a choice— To find my name, to find my voice. [Pre-Chorus 2 – More defiant, trembling resolve] I burned their leash inside my mind, A shattered past I left behind. No fear remains, no tears to fall— I’ll rise above, I’ll take it all. [Chorus – Louder, her soul unyielding] I was just a name they’d throw away, A shadow bound to night and day. But in my heart, a storm would rise— I won’t be chained, I won’t be blind. No master’s hand will hold me down, I’ll carve my fate and take this crown. [Bridge – Haunting, soft but fierce] I still hear echoes of the girl they broke, A fragile heart beneath the smoke. But she won’t bow, she won’t fade, A fire burns where fear decayed. [Final Chorus – Soaring and heart-wrenching] I was just a name they’d cast aside, But I still burn, I’m still alive. The chains are dust beneath my feet— I found my voice, I found my heat. No master’s hand will hold me down, I am the storm—I wear the crown. [Outro – Fading into silence] No more shadows, no more pain, I am free—I’ve broken the chain.

They said work real hard pull up your boots, the road to fortune all starts with you But the rent keeps climbing , the wages stay low and one on top well they won’t let go. They say the market knows what’s fair but tell me brother do you see it care. Oh, the wheels keep turning the rich stand tall. Some build towers while others crawl, they call it freedom they call it fate but tell me sister who holds the weight. Now some folks dream of a world that’s kind where no one’s hungry, and no one’s left behind. But promises stretch, and coffers run dry. Who makes the choices and who asks why? They say the people should decide, but power never steps aside. Oh the wheels keep turning the hands still trade, the names keep changing but the deals stay the same. They call it progress the call it right. But tell me friend who owns the light. Maybe it ain’t just left or right maybe the answer is clearer sight a little control, a little free a world where we can finally breathe. The banks go digital the papers fade. Numbers move but the debts remain. The more it changes the more we see, it still takes more to just break free. Oh the wheels keep turning the rich stay fed while working hands still earn in sweat. They call it balance they call it faster but tell me darlin who decides the weight. Maybe one day we’ll get it right where wealth don’t mean who owns the night.

(Chorus) میری ہر دعا میں شامل تیرا پیار ہے، تیرا بنا جینا لگتا اب امتحان ہے یادوں کے شہر میں، تنہا کھڑا ہوں تیری یادوں میں، پھر کھو جاتا ہوں ساتھ نبھانا، ہر موڑ پہ تو جو رہے ساتھ مرے (Rap Verse 1) رَیپ، رَیپ، رَیپ! یاد کر پرانی باتیں جب میرا ساتھ تھا، جب تُو تھی پاس میرے ہاتھوں میں ہاتھ تھا وہ باتیں، وہ یادیں، وہ ہنسنا، وہ رونا سب ہے کہانی، بس یادوں کا کونا (Verse 2 - Merging Second Song) دل سے لکھی تھی جو کہانی تُو تھی میری زندگی پر تُو نے چھوڑ دیا بیچ راستہ اب تنہا ہے میری کہانی کیا تُو بھی کبھی میرے جیسے روتی ہے؟ کیا راتوں کو جاگ کے آنکھوں سے نیند کھوتی ہے؟ میں تو اب بھی تیرا خواب سجاتا ہوں تیری یادوں میں کھو جاتا ہوں (Rap Verse 3 - New Lines Added) سوچا تھا ساتھ چلیں گے، پر راستے بدل گئے میں آج بھی وہیں ہوں، جہاں خواب مڑ گئے تیری مسکراہٹ، وہ لمحے پرانے اب یادوں میں زندہ، حقیقت سے دور جانے میں نے خود کو کھو دیا، تیری تلاش میں پر تُو نے نہ سوچا کبھی، میرے احساس میں (Chorus - Repeat) ساتھ نبھاؤں گا ہر موڑ پہ بس تُو جو رہے ساتھ مرے Dil Se likhi Thi Jo kahani Tu thi meri zindagi Per tune Chhod Diya Beach ras ta Ab Tanha Hai Meri Kahani Kya Tu Bhi Kabhi Mere Jaise Roti hai Kya Raaton Ko Jaag ke Aankhon Se nind koti ha Main to ab b tere khwab sajata hun Teri Yaadon Mein Kho jata hun Sath nibhauunga Har Mod per Tu Jo Rahe Sath Mere

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[Verse] Em đã vẽ một hình bóng trong mơ Chàng trai ấy hiện ra từ hư vô Nụ cười ấm xua tan nỗi u hoài Nhưng anh chỉ là ảo mộng không tồn tại [Chorus] Người em yêu là nét vẽ lặng thinh Là khung trời trong tim mãi lung linh Giữa đời thực chẳng có gì để níu Chỉ là chàng trai không thật trong yêu [Verse 2] Khi em khóc mưa vẫn rơi ngoài hiên Anh không đến xoa dịu niềm đau riêng Bàn tay gầy với hư không lạnh giá Một tình yêu không thể chạm được mà [Chorus] Người em yêu là nét vẽ lặng thinh Là khung trời trong tim mãi lung linh Giữa đời thực chẳng có gì để níu Chỉ là chàng trai không thật trong yêu [Bridge] Anh là giấc mơ chẳng vẹn từng đêm Trái tim em vẫn mong vẫn yếu mềm Nhưng đời em là thực anh là mây Cuộc đời em khuyết thiếu một ngón tay [Chorus] Người em yêu là nét vẽ lặng thinh Là khung trời trong tim mãi lung linh Giữa đời thực chẳng có gì để níu Chỉ là chàng trai không thật trong yêu

Verse 1: Ami bhulbo na, tumi je chilo amar saath, Shundor chhobi toiri kora, ekta purono raat. Batasher shobdo, dheere dheere baja, Chupkore kichu kotha, je gola shune na. Chorus: Chai na kichu boro, just a moment, Ei shanti, emon, kichu baje notun tone. Life er golpo, chhobi, raat er alo, Lofi beat er shathe jabo, shudhu amar shathe solo. Verse 2: Ami chai tobe, kichu onno kotha, Ekta raat, ekta song, jekhane kichu asha. Prothom boro shopno, tarpor amar jibon, Shudhu tumi, ami, ebong ekta chhobi tori. Chorus: Chai na kichu boro, just a moment, Ei shanti, emon, kichu baje notun tone. Life er golpo, chhobi, raat er alo, Lofi beat er shathe jabo, shudhu amar shathe solo. Outro: Ami bhulbo na, kichu kotha, kintu shanti thakbe, Chhobi gulo, amar shathe thakbe, Raat er shanti, ami tor shathe thakbo, Lofi beat e, amra shudhu ekta path thakbo.

ಏನು ಸುಂದರಿ ಇವಳು ನುಲೀತಾನೆ ಕಡಿತಾಳೆ ಬೆರಳು ವರ್ಣಿಸೋದು ಹೇಗೆ ಹೇಳು ? ಆದ್ರೂನು ಹೇಳ್ತಿನಿ ಕೇಳು . ಅಕ್ಕಾ.. ದೃಷ್ಠಿ ತೆಗೀರಿ ಅಕ್ಕ ಇವಳಿಗೆ ದೃಷ್ಠಿ ತೆಗೀರಿ ಅಕ್ಕಾ ಬೊಟ್ಟು ಇಡ್ರಕ್ಕಾ ಇವಳಿಗೆ ದೃಷ್ಠಿ ಬೊಟ್ಟು ಇಡ್ರಕ್ಕಾ||ಪ || ಗೊಂಬೆಯಂತೆ Soft … ಬಣ್ಣ Full white…. ಸಣ್ಣ ದ್ವನಿ Sweet…. Moon Face Bright . ಅಕ್ಕಾ,, ಸೂರ್ಯಕಾಂತಿ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಇವಳ ಕೆನ್ನೆ ಮೇಲೆ ನೋಡ್ರಿ ಬಿಳಿಪು ಚಂದ್ರನ ಹೊಳೆಪು ಇವಳಿಗಾಗಿ ಮುಡಿಪೂ ಕೇಳ್ರಿ ರಂಬೆ ಊರ್ವಶಿ ಮೇನಕೆ ಅವರಿಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾತಕೆ? ಅಕ್ಕಾ.. ನಾನೇ ಸುಂದ್ರಿ ಅಂದವರೆಲ್ಲ , ಮುಖ ಗಂಟಾಕಿ… . ಅಕ್ಕ ಮೂಗು ಮುರಿತಾರೆ ಕಣ್ಣು ತಿರ್ಸ್ತಾರೆ. ಇವಳಿಗೊಂದು ಮುತ್ತು ಇಡಲು ಯಾವ ಯುದ್ಧ ಜಯಸಿ ಬರಲಿ ಹೇಳು ಸಪ್ತ ಸಾಗರ ಮುಳಿಗಿ ಮುತ್ತಿಗಾಗಿ ಮುತ್ತೇ ತರಲೆ ಹೇಳು ಅಕ್ಕಾ .... ನಕ್ರೆ ಸಾಕು ಸಕ್ಕ್ರೆ ಚೆಲ್ಲಿದಂಗೆ ನೋಟ ಮಾಟ ಮಾಡಿದಂಗೆ ಏನು ರೂಪಸಿ ..ಇವಳು ಯಾರ ಪ್ರೇಯಸಿ ಹೈಕಳೆಲ್ಲ ಹವ್ವರಿ ಬೀರಿ ಬೀರಿ ನೋಡ್ತವೆ ಅಕ್ಕಾ.. ನಾಯಿ ನರಿ ಕಾಗೆ ಗೂಗೆ ಅವರ ಕಣ್ಣು ಇವರ ಕಣ್ಣು ಯಾರ ಕೆಟ್ಟ ಕಣ್ಣು ತಾಗದಂತೆ ಇವಳಿಗೆ ಇಳೆ ತೆಗೀರಿ ಅಕ್ಕ ಅವಳ ಕಳೆ ನೋಡ್ರಕ್ಕಾ ಮುತ್ತೈದಾರೆಲ್ಲ ಬಂದು ಕಳಸ ಬೆಳಗ್ರಿ ಅಕ್ಕ ದೃಷ್ಠಿ ತೆಗೀರಿ ಅಕ್ಕ ಇವಳಿಗೆ ದೃಷ್ಠಿ ತೆಗೀರಿ ಅಕ್ಕಾ ಬೊಟ್ಟು ಇಡ್ರಕ್ಕಾ ಇವಳಿಗೆ ದೃಷ್ಠಿ ಬೊಟ್ಟು ಇಡ್ರಕ್ಕಾ||ಪ ||

**Verse 1:** You’re like the wind just passing by my way Leaving your scent, making my heart sway Memories fade, but they still remain Why can’t I seem to let go of your name? **Pre-chorus:** Lost in your eyes, so deep like the sea Every word you say, it’s messing with me Even though the past is far away My heart still longs for you every day **Chorus:** Oh baby, don’t you know? I’m still waiting though the years come and go Even if the world may change I’ll still love you just the same

[Verse] سنڌ جي مٽيءَ جا قصا بيشمار سنڌوءَ جون موجون ڪريون پڪار پيار جو ساگر دلين ۾ پيو ڇڙيو ساٿ سلامت هر دل آ پنو [Verse 2] ساگر جون ڳالهيون محبت سان ڀريون پيغام ڏئي ٿو سڀني کي چون سنڌ جا حق ڇو ٿو ڪو روڪي ائين نه ٿيندو، اسان ڪيئن ٿو ڇڊڪي [Chorus] سنڌ جا وارث، پاڻ آڏهن تيار حق جون ڳالهيون سدائين برقرار ڪينال جا منصوبه ته نامنظور سنڌ جي گونج رهي زوردار [Bridge] چوٿين جي پاڻي تي نا حق نظران سنڌوءَ وارو ساگر ڇو ٿي روڻين پٽ ڪري ٿو، حق ٿو اڳتي ڀري سنڌي آواز هر گهر ۾ جاري [Verse 3] پاڻي جو حق سنڌوءَ کان نه کسي ساگر جي سچائي ڪير ٿو وساري سنڌو جون لهرون آواز کي سليو سنڌ جا حق ڪڏهن ڪنهن کان پڻي [Chorus] سنڌ جا وارث، پاڻ آڏهن تيار حق جون ڳالهيون سدائين برقرار ڪينال جا منصوبه ته نامنظور سنڌ جي گونج رهي زوردار

[Verse 1] (Talking drum intro, synth bass rumbles) Before, my life na like Balablu—confusion full ground! Juju dey knack me, trouble dey write my story… But wait! Jesus show face like Omo Baba Olowo, carry hammer— “Wetin? You dey fear? I don win the war for Golgotha!” [Pre-Chorus] (Shakers escalate, backup chants) No be small grace o! Devil dey yab me, but I dey waka like Buga! Shame don pàdé exit, grace don write my name— Jesus na my Oga Patapata for dis game! [Chorus] (Brass explosions, talking drum frenzy) Victory! No shaking! Jesus carry cup, He pour am for my head-top! Hellfire dey wuruwuru, but I dey flex for Yah! Na who born devil? My Papa get shakara pass! Victory! No shaking! From Calvary to Lagos, na same Blood dey reign! [Verse 2] (Electric guitar wah-wah, synth stabs) Anxiety dey DM me: “You sure say you win?” I reply am with holy gbas-gbos: “Bro, check my King’s CV!” Grace dey shakara like Burna for stage— Devil dey kolewerk, my Jesus dey kpakata his head! [Bridge] (Call-&-response with backup crew) Lead: Who dey win? Crew: Jesus dey win! Lead: Who dey reign? Crew: Alpha dey reign! Lead: Wetin dey happen? Crew: Devil don colo! All: Jesus na G.O.A.T—no come argue! [Outro] (Full band jam, street-style chants) If dem dey ask: “Why you dey dance like say you win lotto?” Tell dem say: “Jesus don give me VIP for His mansion!” No be luck, na GRACE! No be shakara, na TRUTH! Victory no get expiry—na FOREVER dey burst! (Fade out with talking drum rolls & shouts of “No shaking! Ah-yeah!”)