“Signals”

“Signals”

An Original Song by Tim McGuinness, Ph.D.

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LYRICS

You heard a whisper through the night,
A borrowed voice, a stolen light.
Your name arrived with every dawn,
You built a world to lean upon.
You heard the future, bright and clear,
You felt a distant stranger near.
Each promise found your waiting heart,
While hidden hands pulled truth apart.

You felt the love; the lie was planned.
You reached for an invented hand.
Your hope was real, your heart was true;
The crime belongs to those who fooled you.

You hear the signals through the static,
Your heartbeat racing, automatic.
You turn the dial, you face the sound,
You plant your feet on solid ground.
You hear the echo, face the fear,
You choose which signals you hold near.
You find the truth beneath the noise,
You tune your life to your own voice.

You wake to silence, check the screen,
You mourn the life that should have been.
Your fingers seek the old hello,
Your heart still hums and won’t let go.
You miss the plans, the daily call,
The home you pictured through it all.
You grieve the years, the money gone,
The trust you used to lean upon.

You feel the wave without the song,
You miss a place you don’t belong.
Your grief is real, though love was staged;
You need no shame to turn the page.

You hear the signals through the static,
Your heartbeat racing, automatic.
You turn the dial, you face the sound,
You plant your feet on solid ground.
You hear the echo, face the fear,
You choose which signals you hold near.
You find the truth beneath the noise,
You tune your life to your own voice.

You scan a smile, you doubt a friend,
You read each pause as one more end.
You turn the volume up too high,
You hear a threat in each reply.
Your chest remembers what went wrong,
Your watchful nights stretch out too long.
You name the fear, you check what’s true,
You let the present speak to you.

You owe no answer to that call,
You build a gate instead of walls.
You keep the liars from your door,
You leave their channel evermore.
You take your time, you test the ground,
You learn where honest hearts are found.
You hear a friend who lets you cry,
You need no perfect alibi.
You share your grief, you speak your name,
You find a room that holds no blame.
You feel the hiss, but choose your way,
You give your life another day.

You hear new signals through the static,
Your heartbeat steadier, less frantic.
You turn the dial, you face the sound,
You plant your feet on solid ground.
You hear the echo, let it fade,
You trust the choices you have made.
You find the truth beneath the noise,
You tune your life to your own voice.

You carry scars, you carry light,
You hear the morning through the night.
You let the truth come shining through;
Your strongest signal comes from you.

You are the frequency.

This is the way

Why?

“Signals” follows a scam victim’s journey from counterfeit affection to the gradual return of personal trust and judgment. Radio signals represent the messages and promises criminals use to manufacture a relationship, while static represents the fear, confusion, and lingering attachment left behind. The silence after contact ends brings grief for the imagined companion, the promised future, financial losses, and the earlier sense of security. The victim’s feelings were genuine, and responsibility for the deception belongs to the criminals.

Recovery unfolds through learning to distinguish the echoes of betrayal from what is happening in the present. Boundaries, careful decisions, dependable friendships, and a community free from blame help the survivor recognize honest signals again. The closing message centers on reclaiming authority over personal meaning and direction. Pain no longer determines every choice, and the survivor’s own voice becomes the strongest signal.