3 Lives

3 Lives is an original song by C. Kilgore. The lyrics and guitar are composed and performed by C. Kilgore, while additional production elements were created with the assistance of artificial intelligence. 3 Lives is a dark, philosophical blues-rock song about surviving the different versions of yourself that life leaves behind. Through loss, heartbreak, wasted years, and hard-earned resilience, the song asks whether a person who has been torn down and rebuilt remains the same person—or becomes someone new. At its heart, 3 Lives is about carrying the ruins of the past without allowing them to define what remains. 🎵 Written & performed by: C. Kilgore 🎸 Guitar & lyrics: C. Kilgore 🤖 Additional elements: Artificial Intelligence If you enjoy this track, don’t forget to like, share, and subscribe for more original music and poetry. Lyrics How many times can a man be torn down? Before he knows what still remains? Is ruin just the teacher’s hand? That writes its wisdom through the pain? I buried one life without a stone, Then stood on sacred ground alone. Have you lived three lives And still carried one name? Have you died in the wreckage? But refused to stay changed? Tell me, what is a man When the old self survives? Is he broken, or chosen, After living three lives? How deep can the heart be struck Before it walls itself in steel? If love becomes a locked-up room, Does that make the lesson real? I lost the softness I once knew, But gained the strength to see it through. Have you lived three lives And still carried one name? Have you died in the wreckage But refused to stay changed? Tell me, what is a man When the old self survives? Is he broken, or chosen, After living three lives? What do you call the wasted years? When mercy means controlling loss? When every dream becomes a debt, And every lesson has a cost? I did not rise with songs of pride, I simply refused to be denied. Maybe the soul is not refined By never tasting defeat. Maybe a man becomes himself When ashes gather at his feet. If reason is the blade of pain, Then suffering carved away the lie. I did not live because I won— I lived because I would not die. Have you lived three lives And still carried one name? Have you walked through the ending And returned still the same? Tell me, what is a man When the old self survives? Is he ruined, refined, Or resurrected three times? Two lives behind me, One soul in my chest. I carry the ruins But I kept the best.