2026 Competition Entry:
Ballad of The Guilty Pain by 303GREG
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Ballad of Guilty Pain
112 BPM
Verse 1
In a qui‑et heart, where sha‑dows reign,
Lived my heart, with too much left to say.
Si‑lence held it tight, like a chain,
Holding back tales of guilty pain.
Pre‑Chorus
But the night had a pulse, a soft re‑frain,
A distant beat be‑neath the strain.
A spark of gold in the mid‑night drain,
A rhythm whispering the command, rise a‑gain.
Chorus
Oh, guilty pain, you dim my light,
But I, I’m still glowing through the night.
The Mir‑ror‑ball keeps turning slow,
And e‑very tear shed be‑gins to glow.
From a bro‑ken heart, to hope re‑gained,
I dance my way through guilty pain.
Verse 2
By the ri‑ver where the wil‑lows weep,
Lies a pro‑mise lost, a se‑cret to keep.
One small deed has left a lasting stain,
Calling down a storm of end‑less rain.
Pre‑Chorus
But e‑ven storms have a cer‑tain line,
A groove be‑neath the steep de‑cline.
A bass‑line that hums through the hurt and blame,
A guilty rhythm, that’s loud‑ly calling my name.
Chorus
Oh, guilty pain, you dim my light,
But I, I’m still glowing through the night.
The Mir‑ror‑ball keeps turning slow,
And e‑very tear be‑gins to glow.
From bro‑ken hearts to hope re‑gained,
I dance my way through guilty pain.
Bridge
Friends and foes, they drifted far,
Leaving echoes where the bright days were.
But deep in‑side, a spark re‑main,
A seed of hope, be‑neath the pain.
And though the road to mend is long,
A healing heart finds its own song.
Time’s ri‑ver washes out the hash stain,
And dawn breaks soft, through guilty pain.
Final Chorus
Oh, fel‑low tra‑veler, hear this truth to‑night,
E‑ven the lost can find light.
From ash‑es cold, we rise a‑gain,
We dance through sha‑dows, with guilty pain.
So let the rhythm guide your way,
Through end‑less nights to a bright‑er day.
For love can o‑ver‑turn the dark‑est pain,
And lift the weight of guilty pain.
112 BPM
Verse 1
In a qui‑et heart, where sha‑dows reign,
Lived my heart, with too much left to say.
Si‑lence held it tight, like a chain,
Holding back tales of guilty pain.
Pre‑Chorus
But the night had a pulse, a soft re‑frain,
A distant beat be‑neath the strain.
A spark of gold in the mid‑night drain,
A rhythm whispering the command, rise a‑gain.
Chorus
Oh, guilty pain, you dim my light,
But I, I’m still glowing through the night.
The Mir‑ror‑ball keeps turning slow,
And e‑very tear shed be‑gins to glow.
From a bro‑ken heart, to hope re‑gained,
I dance my way through guilty pain.
Verse 2
By the ri‑ver where the wil‑lows weep,
Lies a pro‑mise lost, a se‑cret to keep.
One small deed has left a lasting stain,
Calling down a storm of end‑less rain.
Pre‑Chorus
But e‑ven storms have a cer‑tain line,
A groove be‑neath the steep de‑cline.
A bass‑line that hums through the hurt and blame,
A guilty rhythm, that’s loud‑ly calling my name.
Chorus
Oh, guilty pain, you dim my light,
But I, I’m still glowing through the night.
The Mir‑ror‑ball keeps turning slow,
And e‑very tear be‑gins to glow.
From bro‑ken hearts to hope re‑gained,
I dance my way through guilty pain.
Bridge
Friends and foes, they drifted far,
Leaving echoes where the bright days were.
But deep in‑side, a spark re‑main,
A seed of hope, be‑neath the pain.
And though the road to mend is long,
A healing heart finds its own song.
Time’s ri‑ver washes out the hash stain,
And dawn breaks soft, through guilty pain.
Final Chorus
Oh, fel‑low tra‑veler, hear this truth to‑night,
E‑ven the lost can find light.
From ash‑es cold, we rise a‑gain,
We dance through sha‑dows, with guilty pain.
So let the rhythm guide your way,
Through end‑less nights to a bright‑er day.
For love can o‑ver‑turn the dark‑est pain,
And lift the weight of guilty pain.
Author
Bio
I am a Producer/Composer/Artist , living in Sydney Australia. I am married with two children.
Music has always been my moral compass. As a classically trained percussionist and drummer, I learned early that focus isn’t just mental—it’s physical. It’s in the breath before the downbeat, the silence between phrases, the discipline of repetition. That same focus carried me through global tours, sweaty club sets, and countless hours in the studio.
Now, I’m channelling that focus into new goals.
Read more about my musical journey on my website https://303greg.mailchimpsites.com/
Music has always been my moral compass. As a classically trained percussionist and drummer, I learned early that focus isn’t just mental—it’s physical. It’s in the breath before the downbeat, the silence between phrases, the discipline of repetition. That same focus carried me through global tours, sweaty club sets, and countless hours in the studio.
Now, I’m channelling that focus into new goals.
Read more about my musical journey on my website https://303greg.mailchimpsites.com/
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