Zane's Theme

(Verse 1) Their doubting eyes, I've felt them all along, "Don't expect much," they say, "Don't judge me wrong." (Pre-Chorus) No matter how hard I try, their words won't shake my core, I believe in myself, in my strength, I soar. (Chorus) To those who doubted, their words so cold, I rise above, my spirit bold. With every step, I'll show my might, Proving them wrong, in my own light. (Verse 2) Boundaries loom, always by my side, Yet I refuse to yield, with steadfast pride. (Pre-Chorus) I whisper to myself, "You're not alone," Until victory's mine, until it's shown. (Chorus) To those who doubted, their words so cold, I rise above, my spirit bold. With every step, I'll show my might, Proving them wrong, in my own light. (Verse 3) In the quiet space where dreams do dwell, Expectations bloom, stories to tell. We paint our futures with hopes so bright, But oftentimes shadows obscure our sight. In the tapestry of life, woven fine, Expectations dance, a delicate design. They whisper promises of what could be, Yet sometimes bind us, preventing us free. Like stars that guide on a moonlit night, Expectations lead, both wrong and right. They fuel ambition, ignite the fire, Yet burdened too heavily, they may tire. So let us hold them with gentle grace, Navigate with wisdom, at our own pace. For in managing expectations wise, We find the balance where contentment lies. (Pre-Chorus) I whisper to myself, "You're not alone," Until victory's mine, until it's shown. (Chorus) To those who doubted, their words so cold, I rise above, my spirit bold. With every step, I'll show my might, Proving them wrong, in my own light. (Bridge) Even if wounded, I'll rise once more, Strength emerges, as I reach for more. (Guitar Solo) (Chorus) To those who doubted, their words so cold, I rise above, my spirit bold. With every step, I'll show my might, Proving them wrong, in my own light. (Chorus) To those who doubted, their words so cold, I rise above, my spirit bold. With every step, I'll show my might, Proving them wrong, in my own light. (Outro) I'll tread my chosen path, I'll break free, Towards my shining future, just watch and see.