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(Verse 1)
I’ve been sketching out a fragile plan,
For misfits, poets, anyone who can
Carry their chaos like a fragile flame,
And not be ashamed to say their name.
Here in Belgium, or across the wires,
I’m planting seeds, I’m stoking fires.
A Discord dream, a local room,
A little artists’ colony, outsider commune.
(Chorus)
It might be foolish, it might be true,
But I believe there’s a place for you.
Where the neurodivergent and the lost can meet,
And find their rhythm in a common beat.
Safe enough to be our selves,
Building something time can’t sell.
(Verse 2)
It’s not about perfect, not about rules,
It’s for the outcasts, the soft and the cool.
Friendships, collabs, maybe romance—
Just a space where the broken still get a chance.
The “normies” laugh, but I don’t mind,
I know there are souls who are still aligned.
Hungry for a place where they belong,
A quiet revolution wrapped in song.
(Chorus)
It might be foolish, it might be true,
But I believe there’s a place for you.
Where the neurodivergent and the lost can meet,
And find their rhythm in a common beat.
Safe enough to be our selves,
Building something time can’t sell.
(Bridge – soft, dreamy)
Maybe it fails, maybe it grows,
Maybe it’s something nobody knows.
But the craving’s real, the hunger’s deep,
For bonds we can hold, for dreams we can keep.
(Final Chorus – soaring)
It might be foolish, it might be true,
But I believe there’s a place for you.
A grassroots dream, a fragile bloom,
An artists’ colony, outsider commune.
(Outro – whispered)
Somewhere safe… to be ourselves.
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