Tiny Revolutions

[Intro] A spark in a glass-lit room, a quiet storm begins [Verse 1] Brilliant mind, a compass in the dark Small sparks pile up until they spark a landmark Isolated halls echo with a single plan Rebel gears turning where the world won’t understand [Pre-Chorus] If genius is a price, I’m paying in hues of doubt The brighter the dawn, the longer the night outs [Chorus] I dream in tiny revolutions, shaping all I see Costs forgotten, but my own heart learns the heft of free Brilliance cuts like cold glass, beautiful and sharp I wear the labels of a thousand doors and a solitary heart [Verse 2] Inventor of whispers that bend the crowded sky Ideas small enough to hide, large enough to fly The world calls it progress, I hear the quieter cost Of every invention’s echo, and what it has lost [Pre-Chorus] If genius is a blade, it gleams and then it bleeds The brighter the promise, the heavier the pleas [Chorus] I dream in tiny revolutions, shaping all I see Costs forgotten, but my own heart learns the heft of free Brilliance cuts like cold glass, beautiful and sharp I wear the labels of a thousand doors and a solitary heart [Bridge] Some days the blueprint shimmers but the hands grow tired Some nights the future glows, but the present is a fire [Chorus] I dream in tiny revolutions, shaping all I see Costs forgotten, but my own heart learns the heft of free Brilliance cuts like cold glass, beautiful and sharp I wear the labels of a thousand doors and a solitary heart [Outro] Small ideas, huge consequences, the quiet cost remains A brilliant mind, a world remade, and the quiet refrains