Still in the Game — A Song
Lyrics by Joyce Strong, music by Suno
Still in the Game [Verse 1] The rain taps soft on the windowpane The game’s on mute, but I still watch the frame Of a world that spins fast, then slows to a crawl So I sit with the quiet and feel it all [Verse 2] I’ve lived through some things that left their mark Held tight to the truths only found in the dark Got scars I don’t show, and names I won’t say But I’m still standin’ here at the end of the day [Chorus] Seventy-two rounds, and I still feel the fire Still movin’ with purpose, no plan to retire I reach for the quiet where the wild things stand It’s there I remember the strength in my hand Let the wind bring the truth, let the rain speak my name— I’m still here. Still standin’. Still in the game. [Verse 3] I don’t chase the noise, don’t beg for applause I’ve learned how to live with the way that I was And maybe the nights hit a little bit hard But I’ve found peace in this weathered old heart [Bridge – Final Version] I’ve lost some good people, made peace with the rest Through the thunder and silence, I’ve always done my best Learned that love is not a trophy—it takes work, it’s not a game I’ve learned it’s better to have loved and lost I’m dealing with the pain [Final Chorus] Seventy-two rounds, and I still feel the fire Still movin’ with purpose, no plan to retire I reach for the quiet where the wild things stand It’s there I remember the strength in my hand Let the wind bring the truth, let the rain speak my name— I’m still here. Still standin’. Still in the game. [Outro] Yeah, the night may be heavy, the world might feel strange Not the first time I crawled through the eye of a hurricane Still here. Still standin’. Still in the game
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Beautiful tribute to a life well lived, Joyce.