Ben-Real - Age of The Poet Lyrics

In the hills of Kentucky, where the river bends
A boy with a notebook, where the story begins
Words written by a hillbilly, dreams tucked away
Searching for a voice that could carry him one day
Had a better chance of getting struck by lightning
Than to find someone to give his dreams a lifeline

But the clouds in the sky have lifted high
The stars now shine in the velvet night
No longer chasing a dream, he's living it true
Waking each morning with a new song in view
Creativity's alive, the poet can now sing
In a world where his text turns into strings

Time rolls on, the boy becomes a man
With a heart full of verses and a steady hand
The world has changed, technology's his friend
AI at his fingertips, no need to pretend
No longer just a dreamer, he's taking his stand
His words echoing far, across the land

The clouds in the sky have lifted high
The stars now shine in the velvet night
No longer chasing a dream, he's living it true
Waking each morning with a new song in view
Creativity's alive, the poet can now sing
In a world where his text turn into strings

Time rolls on, the boy becomes a man
With a heart full of verses and a steady hand
The world has changed, technology's his friend
AI at his fingertips, no need to pretend
No longer just a dreamer, he's taking his stand
His words echoing far, across the land

The clouds in the sky have lifted high
The stars now shine in the velvet night
No longer chasing a dream, he's living it true
Waking each morning with a new song in view
Creativity's alive, the poet can now sing
In a world where his text turns

He's a poet without wings, but now he can fly
His heart in the rhythm, his soul in the sky
Every lyric a journey, every note a chance
From the silence of dreams to a thunderous dance

The age of the poet has finally arrived
His whispers now heard, his passion revived
No longer unheard, he's breaking the mold
With gentle rhythm gold

With gentle rhythmic sounds, his stories unfold
The boy in the hills, now a voice of the skies
With the power of music, his spirit will rise

The clouds in the sky have lifted high
The stars now shine in the velvet night
No longer chasing a dream, he's living it true
Waking each morning with a new song in view
Creativity's alive, the poet can now sing
In a world where his text turns into strings

So here's to the journey, to the roads that we roam
From the sticks of Kentucky, to a place we call home
The poet finally sings, his voice like a stream
Living his life, the fulfillment of a dream
In a world where his text turns into strings
The poet, the dreamer, is finally free to sing