Same voice, different name,
I still sing in the same old rain.
Mirror cracks, but the echo stays,
whispering lines from our yesterdays.
I wear the mask, I play the game,
but every chord still spells your name.
Crowds may cheer, lights may flame,
yet in the hush I sound the same.
If you hear me across this frame,
close your eyes, feel the flame—
same heart, same scar, same burning claim:
same voice, just a different name.