[Intro: Minimalist, intimate piano chords, heavy with sorrow, slow tempo] [Verse 1: Gritty emotional baritone, slow and intimate, almost speaking] I went to a place where the light does not originate. I have walked into the dark, where the dark is darker than dark. I have walked where no regular souls dare to walk. I had to stare into the eyes of my enemy, while saying, “You shall not prosper.” I had to comprehend a world that isn’t visible to the human eye. [Pre-Chorus: Building distress, voice cracking slightly] Sometimes, I wondered when the fight would stop. I felt profound loneliness, isolated like Superman—alone in my Fortress of Solitude. Sometimes, I was crying and no one noticed, and I felt even more alone. [Verse 2: Raw storytelling, deep resonance] I am not complaining, though. I am simply telling my story—what happened to me, and what I saw happen to other people. There is no absolute human language to explain what was happening; it was entirely out of this world. That is how dark my story truly was. [Chorus: Powerhouse belting, raspy and desperate] I tried to explain, but who has experienced such darkness and fully understands its depth? Who truly understands dark attacks? Who understands slowly dying under normal circumstances? Who understands what it means to take the bull by the horns and tell it, "You shall not prosper"? [Verse 3: Softer, vulnerable piano, exhausted tone] I was stuck in a low place that perhaps no one else has experienced. That’s how completely on my own I was. Music was always my best ally, my best companion since the beginning of time. It never let me down, no matter what happened. But it was only much later that I learned I had to rely completely on God to be fully saved. [Pre-Chorus: Rising soul, gospel undertones on the piano] One day, at the absolute end of my journey, I decided to write a love letter to God. That is how the song “I Had to Be Strong When It Was Not an Option” was born. I shall admit that I haven't published it yet as I am writing this, but even the dark beast shed a tear to that song. It cannot be anything but viral. [Chorus: Powerful, triumphant but gritty belting] Since that love letter, ideas have been coming like a high, flaming torch—a fire roaring for truth that consumes the shadow and refuses to die. I wrote almost this entire album in about a week. I shall admit, I don’t know how long the composition of an album should take these days, but I poured my heart into it. Healing is difficult. Writing is healing. [Bridge: Emotional peak, voice breaking with gratitude, heavy piano chords] I cried an ocean, and God bottled all my tears, one by one. He has unlimited space for these kinds of bottles, and not a single one is wasted. God washed my wounds, personally carried me on His shoulders, and said, "The war is over. You may rest safely next to my throne." "You are a good servant," God said, "one of the best I have ever seen in my whole existence. Now go and share. You are a living testimony, even if you still refuse to see it... yet. The world truly needs to hear from you." [Verse 4: Soulful, reverent baritone, calming down] Thank you, Father, for opening my eyes so I can see. I did not realize how hard it was when my soul and bones were aching. Father, you revealed to me that you were watching me carefully all along. I have always felt different. I never fit in where I was, but I was meant to be here to bring the change you sent me for, Father. I felt the urge to heal broken spirits at my own expense. [Outro: Stripped back to solitary piano, gentle, raspy and intimate] Now that I have been through all of that, I can’t wait to see what is coming next, since the sky is blue and clear. I had to listen to the music while managing the whole band all at once. I hope this music will bring you clarity. [Final fade: A single, long echoing piano chord] Amen. [End]