Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Once upon a time on a dead-end street,
Shoes half-torn, but hearts on beat.
We drew on walls, we carved in trees,
Told secrets only the wind could keep.
Summer tasted like stolen ice cream,
Dreams were louder than they ever seemed.
We were kings of the unknown, free and wild,
Every scar we earned made us feel alive.
[Chorus]
This is a story, not written in books,
In broken bikes and fishing hooks.
In paper planes and fights at dawn,
In friends who left and nights too long.
No fairy tale, just dust and glory —
But it’s mine, yeah… this is A Story.
[Verse 2]
We built a fort with rusted tin,
Swore the world would never win.
Cried over dogs and scraped our skin,
Laughed like we’d never feel pain again.
That old swing still creaks in place,
Ghosts of joy we can’t replace.
If I close my eyes, I hear the sound —
Of barefoot dreams on solid ground.
[Chorus]
This is a story, not written in books,
In dirty hands and secret looks.
In wild ideas that felt so right,
In staying out past the edge of night.
No fairy tale, just truth and glory —
But it’s mine, yeah… this is A Story.
[Bridge]
And maybe I’ll tell it through rhythm and rhyme,
Paint it with beats that bend through time.
So if you hear it, and feel the flame,
Know that you lived a story the same.
[Final Chorus]
This is a story, born in the dust,
Fueled by hope, and stitched with trust.
Not perfect, not clean — but it’s pure, it’s me,
It’s the kid I was, and will always be.
So play it loud, in all its glory —
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