Rachel Barks

Intro]
[Ukulele strums with a whimsical tune]

[Verse]
In a world of colors bright and bold,
A woman sang, her story told,
With a bitter heart and a voice so raw,
She saw through the lies, she saw the flaw.

[Verse 2]
I sang along, a fan so true,
With a marquee bright, her name in view,
I promoted her music, with joy and pride,
But she shot me down, no place to hide.

[Chorus]
Oh, she sang of the humble, sang of the wise,
Shot down the messenger, truth in disguise,
Her melody twisted, her rhythm free,
In her cabaret of fantasy.

[Interlude]
[Ukulele solo with whimsical flourishes]

[Verse 3]
She claimed I hurt her, so deeply pained,
Radical and harsh, her words like rain,
But all I did was sing her song,
In her mind, it all went wrong.

[Chorus]
Oh, she sang of the humble, sang of the wise,
Shot down the messenger, truth in disguise,
Her melody twisted, her rhythm free,
In her cabaret of fantasy.

[Bridge]
Now she wants me back, from the dead I rise,
For explanation, but it’s no surprise,
Vindictive words, so contrived and cold,
Her bitter story, in her voice retold.

[Chorus]
Oh, she sang of the humble, sang of the wise,
Shot down the messenger, truth in disguise,
Her melody twisted, her rhythm free,
In her cabaret of fantasy.

[Outro]
[Ukulele strums softly fading out]
In the silence left by her last note,
Lingers the message, the words she wrote.