Miley’s Protector
In gilded halls where chandeliers gleam,
Miley reigns like a queen in a dream.
Her diamonds sparkle, her silks caress,
Yet loneliness lingers beneath her success.
Her wealth is vast, her power supreme,
But shadows creep in her midnight scheme.
A heart that yearns for something more,
A shield, a sword, a love to adore.
Then comes a man with hands worn bare,
No riches to boast, no jewels to wear.
His gaze is steady, his spirit strong,
A melody fierce in a world gone wrong.
He stands as stone, unshaken, bold,
Though pockets are empty, his heart is gold.
Through storms of peril, he’ll guard her life,
A warrior’s heart, free from strife.
Miley learns what riches can’t buy,
A steadfast soul who won’t say goodbye.
Together they walk, through fire and rain,
A bond unbroken, beyond the mundane.
For strength is not in coins or land,
But in the grip of a loyal hand.
And Miley, the queen of a glittering throne,
Finds her true treasure in love alone.
“Never Be the Same”
(Verse 1)
Luis was a dreamer, a collector at heart,
Built his world with care, every piece a work of art.
In a shoebox shrine, his treasures lay,
But one fateful moment took it all away.
(Pre-Chorus)
The crown jewel of his youthful pride,
A Gretzky Rookie, by his side.
But now it’s gone, like a fleeting flame,
Luis knows he’ll never be the same.
(Chorus)
Oh, mama, why’d you throw it away?
The card that held my yesterdays.
A piece of me lost in the game,
Now I know I’ll never be the same.
(Verse 2)
He hears the crowd, the roar of the ice,
A time when life felt pure and nice.
But the echoes fade, replaced by pain,
A priceless dream tossed down the drain.
(Pre-Chorus)
That cardboard king, a childhood throne,
Now just a memory, all alone.
The value’s more than gold or fame,
It’s the heart that’s shattered in this game.
(Chorus)
Oh, mama, why’d you throw it away?
The card that held my yesterdays.
A piece of me lost in the game,
Now I know I’ll never be the same.
(Bridge)
It wasn’t just paper, it wasn’t just ink,
It was hope, it was youth, it was time to think.
Now the ice feels colder, the skates don’t glide,
The dream’s still there, but it’s harder to find.
(Chorus)
Oh, mama, why’d you throw it away?
The card that held my yesterdays.
A piece of me lost in the game,
Now I know I’ll never be the same.
(Outro)
Luis looks back, tries to let it go,
But some wounds cut deeper than they show.
A Gretzky Rookie, just a name,
But Luis knows he’ll never be the same.
Yes, my mom threw the cards away
but i have other hidden treasure.
It’s not about money, it’s about loyalty.