EPISODE · Apr 19, 2025 · 3 MIN
Dilemma
from FRED STZ MUSIC · host FRED STZ
Title: Dilemma (A Sad Ballad) (Verse 1) The road is long, the sky is grey, Smoke curls high where buildings sway. A city torn by hate and flame, She drives through silence, fear unnamed. (Verse 2) A broken street, a shattered wall, Shadows stretch as night will fall. Then shapes emerge—oh, cruel sight— Lifeless forms in fading light. (Chorus) Her camera weighs heavy in her hand, A witness to what war has banned. To show the world or turn away? The choice will haunt another day. (Verse 3) A child lies still upon the stone, Too young to die, too soon alone. Her lens reflects his empty stare— A breath, a pause—does she dare? (Bridge) The wind it whispers, cold and low, "Some truths are hard, but they must show." Yet in her heart, the question grows— What does the world need, or just know? (Final Chorus) Her fingers tremble, time stands still, The world moves on—it always will. The shutter waits… the moment slips… The camera pressed against her lips. (Outro - Soft, fading) The sun sinks low, the shadows rise, A tear unseen, a silent cry. The frame unfilled… the shot untold… And in her hand, the lens stays cold.
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Title: Dilemma (A Sad Ballad) (Verse 1) The road is long, the sky is grey, Smoke curls high where buildings sway. A city torn by hate and flame, She drives through silence, fear unnamed. (Verse 2) A broken street, a shattered wall, Shadows stretch as night will fall. Then shapes emerge—oh, cruel sight— Lifeless forms in fading light. (Chorus) Her camera weighs heavy in her hand, A witness to what war has banned. To show the world or turn away? The choice will haunt another day. (Verse 3) A child lies still upon the stone, Too young to die, too soon alone. Her lens reflects his empty stare— A breath, a pause—does she dare? (Bridge) The wind it whispers, cold and low, "Some truths are hard, but they must show." Yet in her heart, the question grows— What does the world need, or just know? (Final Chorus) Her fingers tremble, time stands still, The world moves on—it always will. The shutter waits… the moment slips… The camera pressed against her lips. (Outro - Soft, fading) The sun sinks low, the shadows rise, A tear unseen, a silent cry. The frame unfilled… the shot untold… And in her hand, the lens stays cold.
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