If the past could send us a message? Well what message could we send to the future

© lyric here https://allpoetry.com/poem/18608393-A-Stranger-Face-by-Lockdown-Larcs

with music and vocals provided by AI for the future 

A Stranger Face

Man believes love lasts, finds out not so much...wants her back.

Please Come Home

Truly Us

“Seagulls in the Wind” is a reflective acoustic pop ballad that explores the quiet melancholy of aging, the passage of time, and the enduring desire to break free from routine and rediscover life’s beauty. The narrator sits on a beach where he once played with his children, now grown and living their own lives. He watches the waves, feeling both nostalgia and a subtle ache for lost years. Beside him, his wife reads peacefully—a symbol of enduring love and quiet companionship.

As the song unfolds, it shifts from memory to yearning. The narrator questions the rhythm of daily life and expresses a longing to escape the confines of routine. He dreams of living and loving more freely, like seagulls soaring in the wind. The lyrics blend gentle imagery with emotional depth, capturing the tension between acceptance and the urge to reclaim joy. The final verses suggest that even with trembling hands and fewer days ahead, there’s still time to write, to love, and to fly.

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Lyrics: “Seagulls in the Wind”  
Genre: Acoustic Pop / Melancholic Folk  
Tempo: Mid-slow, fingerpicked guitar with soft piano and ambient pads

[Intro – gentle fingerpicked guitar, soft ambient swell]

[Verse 1]  
I set my chair down in the sand  
Where little feet once danced and ran  
Castles melted in the tide  
But echoes stayed, deep inside  

My children chasing waves and light  
Now drift beyond my daily sight  
I watch the water roll away  
And wonder where the years went grey  

[Instrumental – light piano motif with distant seagull sounds]

[Chorus 1]  
So much to feel, so little time to spend  
We’ve been walking straight lines, now let’s learn to bend  
Let’s break the rhythm, let’s break the mold  
Live like we’re young, though our hands grow old  
Fly free again, like seagulls in the wind  

[Instrumental – soft percussion enters, subtle bass pulse]

[Verse 2]  
Beside me, she reads in peace  
The same soft smile, the same release  
We’ve built a life, we’ve built it well  
But silence has its tales to tell  

The sun dips low, the sky turns gold  
I feel the pull, I feel the fold  
To dance again, to chase the flame  
To whisper love and call her name  

[Instrumental – acoustic strumming builds, strings begin to swell]

[Chorus 2]  
So much to feel, so little time to spend  
We’ve been walking straight lines, now let’s learn to bend  
Let’s break the rhythm, let’s break the mold  
Live like we’re young, though our hands grow old  
Fly free again, like seagulls in the wind  

[Instrumental – brief pause, then re-entry with warm pads and piano arpeggios]

[Verse 3]  
We’ve colored inside every line  
Played by the rules, said “we’re just fine”  
But deep within, a fire remains  
A quiet voice that still complains  

Let’s leave the clock and chase the breeze  
Forget the bills, the worn routines  
One final flight before we land  
Still time to write with trembling hands  

[Instrumental – emotional peak, layered harmonies, soft electric guitar textures]

[Final Chorus]  
So much to feel, so little time to spend  
We’ve been walking straight lines, now let’s learn to bend  
Let’s break the rhythm, let’s break the mold  
Live like we’re young, though our hands grow old  
Fly free again, like seagulls in the wind  
Fly free again, like seagulls in the wind  

[Outro – fading guitar harmonics, ambient wind, distant waves]

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©2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf  
All rights reserved.

Seagulls in the Wind

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Heavenly Father,

On this day we come before You with grateful hearts, seeking Your presence and grace. You are the Creator of all things, the source of love, mercy, and strength. We lift up this day to You, asking for Your guidance and peace in our lives and in the world around us.

Lord, we pray for those who are hurting, for those facing challenges, and for those in need of Your comfort. May Your healing touch rest upon them, and may they feel Your nearness. Grant wisdom to leaders, compassion to caregivers, and hope to those who feel lost.

We ask for Your protection over our communities, nations, and the world. Bring unity where there is division, understanding where there is conflict, and love where there is hatred. Help us to walk in Your truth, reflecting Your light in all we do.

Thank You for Your unending love and the promise of Your presence. May we live this day with courage, faith, and gratitude, trusting in Your perfect plan.

In Jesus’ holy name, we pray,

Amen.

October 7, 2025 Prayer

“Getting Old Is Hard” is a soulful reflection on aging with grace, honesty, and self-love. Through tender vocals and heartfelt lyrics, Toniey Girl embraces the beauty hidden in every wrinkle, every scar, and every lesson learned along the way. It’s a reminder that while time changes our bodies, it also paints our lives into a work of art.

Getting Old Is A Work Of Art

“Shadows in the twilight” is a gentle English-language lullaby that paints a calm evening scene: sheep-like clouds drift across the sky, dewdrops shine like pearls on sleeping flowers, and moths circle a warm light. A warm female vocal rests over soft acoustic guitar or piano with delicate pads and glockenspiel, moving at ~70 BPM to encourage slow breathing and relaxation. The lyrics reassure and renew—inviting little ones (and tired parents) to unwind, drift into peaceful dreams, and wake to a brighter morning. Ideal for bedtime playlists, nursery ambience, and quiet family evenings.

Sheep-like clouds

Alexandr Povshenko

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