🎭 "Echo in the Static: For Aaron Carter" 🎭

He was lightning in a stereo,

A spark in sneakers, set to go.

A child sold to center stage,

While still too young to write his age.

They cheered his name, they bought the dream,

He lived inside a frozen screen.

The cameras loved what they could sell—

But never stayed to catch him when he fell.

He smiled like he was made of light,

But wrestled shadows every night.

The crowd would fade, the silence swell,

And only he could hear the yell.

He ran through years that never slowed,

With fame a house he never chose.

A brother’s ghost, a label’s claim,

A fragile boy with too much name.

He tried to love, he tried to heal,

To find one truth that felt like real.

But fame forgets what pain recalls—

And some rise only just to fall.

And then—new eyes, a baby’s face,

A son who held his final grace.

He wanted more, he tried to stay,

But storms don’t always drift away.

The music stopped. The news was told.

He died too young. He died too old.

Because he lived a thousand lives,

In half the time it takes to cry.

But hear this now, and hold it tight:

He burned with love. He fought the night.

And somewhere, in a lullaby,

His voice still dances in the sky.