"The Tale Teller's Tune (MrBallen's Song)

 

Out on the edge of a midnight stream,
Where the wind hums low and the coyotes scream,
Sits a man with a tale in his weathered hands,
Spinning truth and fear like desert sands.

They call him Ballen, whisper his name,
In the glow of the screen, he's earned his fame.
With a voice so calm, yet sharp as a blade,
He drags you deep where secrets fade.

He don’t need steel, he don’t need fire,
Just a campfire soul and a heart of wire.
From haunted woods to vanishing towns,
He’ll turn your smile to trembling frowns.

He’s the outlaw of stories, the shadow in light,
Telling dark truths by the pale moonlight.
From the barn to the bar, they’re singing along—
“MrBallen’s tale is the No.1 song!” 

A sheriff once wept at a tale he heard,
Of a ghost in boots who spoke one word.
A trucker swore on his diesel grace
He saw a man with no damn face.

And still he rides, from coast to coast,
Not on a horse, but a Wi-Fi ghost.
Through earbuds, screens, and TikTok threads,
He raises the living—and speaks for the dead.

He’s the outlaw of stories, the shadow in light,
Telling dark truths by the pale moonlight.
From the barn to the bar, they’re singing along—
“MrBallen’s tale is the No.1 song!”