Songs in the shadows

(Verse 1) In a room so dim, where shadows play, A trapped violinist, lost in dismay. Each stroke of the bow, echoes of despair, Hoping to be heard, longing for someone to care. (Chorus) Violinist in confinement, melodies his chain, Creating tunes incessant, seeking freedom in vain. But when rescue finally calls, a choice must be made, Between liberty's allure, and the passion that won't fade. (Verse 2) The violinist ponders, the open door's invite, Yet the strings of his instrument, keep him bound tight. Will he leave his art behind, for freedom's fleeting light? Or continue composing, till his final night. (Chorus) Violinist in confinement, melodies his chain, Creating tunes incessant, seeking freedom in vain. But when rescue finally calls, a choice must be made, Between liberty's allure, and the passion that won't fade. (Bridge) The violin weeps, its lament in the gloom, As the musician's heart, decides its ultimate room. In a final sigh, he chooses to remain, In his chamber of creation, where music forever reigns. (Outro) Violinist in confinement, melodies his truth, Creating everlasting tunes, in his sanctuary uncouth. And so, in shadows he'll stay, playing on, The trapped violinist, in his eternal song.