I See You

Sword and Cross

Inspired by the writings of Charles Eisenstein.

Lyrics: 

We do not speak of what will take us all.  
The days unfold like we were made to climb.  
We dress the world in numbers, rank, and time—  
And keep the dark behind a paper wall.

We build and stretch, expand, invest, delay—  
To hold the edge where endings might begin.  
As if the stillness were a kind of sin,  
As if decay could simply fade away.

Remember this: what dies has held you close.  
It gave its form to let your form arise.  
Not punishment, but grace in thin disguise—  
The breath is dear because it cannot pose.

We lose the roles we swore would keep us whole,  
The names, the plans, the mirrors we obeyed.  
Yet none were built to linger or to stay—  
They die so something deeper can unfold.

What if the end is not a wall, but wind?  
What if the stillness isn’t what you feared?  
Each falling thing returns where it has been—  
And nothing truly leaves that once appeared.

You are not here to cling or to remain.  
This life is not a wall against the dark.  
Each ending draws a different kind of spark—  
A light that doesn’t need to have a name.

(We feared death because we thought it was the end.  
But nothing real is lost—only form.  
Death is not a failure of life.  
It is the turning of a page in the book we forgot we were part of.  
To live fully means to let go.  
Not to lose, but to return.)


Basic Myths: 7 - The Denial of Death

Again

What if I wasn't here anymore?

✨ Inspired by Glennon Doyle’s Untamed, this song tells the story of Tabitha 🐆—a cheetah raised tame, yet still carrying the fire 🔥 of her wild spirit. It’s about breaking cages, chasing freedom, and remembering the wild within us all 🌌.

#Untamed #Tabitha #OriginalSong 🎶

Tabitha

If you think you know what this song will be about, you are wrong. It is so misleading, and I couldn't be more proud.

DEBBIE DOES DALLAS (C)2025 Ggreg Snyder

[VERSE]
She doesn't have any money to give,
She doesn't live like the Ewings,
She knows the wealth isn't necessary,
For she can make her charity by doing.


[CHORUS]
She doesn't want any kind of glory,
Or praise and recognition from the crowd,
For Debbie does Dallas, Debbie does Dallas,
Debbie does Dallas so proud.

[VERSE]
There's a shelter in the other part of town,
Where she can provide a helping hand,
On Sundays she works with labradoodles,
on a rescue ranch in the hinterland

[CHORUS]
She's not afraid to go to a protest
Sometimes a woman must be loud
For Debbie does Dallas, Debbie does Dallas
Debbie does Dallas so proud

[BRIDGE]
It doesn't always matter if you win,
Sometimes noble efforts come up short,
Charity's nature lies within,
She stays true to the causes she supports.

[CHORUS]
She's not a candidate for any election,
Or sainthood when they wrap her in a shroud,
But Debbie does Dallas, Debbie does Dallas,
Debbie does Dallas so proud.

Debbie Does Dallas

The Garden

Songbird (Live From The Garden)

Mom captures Baby Lucy Lee's very first smile while hearing her name sung in "her "song".

Lucy’s First Smile 3

A haunting journey into the mind of a man obsessed with a love that exists only in his dreams.  the album paints a surreal portrait of emotional escapism—where the lines between memory, fantasy, and madness blur. Each track is a confession to 'Echo,' the spectral lover who vanishes with the dawn, leaving behind only the ache of what might have been.
#EchoesInTheStatic #CC3PO

Drowning in the Shallows

“Different on Purpose” is a gentle yet powerful folk-worship anthem about finding peace in who God made you to be. It’s a song for anyone who’s felt out of place — chasing approval, losing themselves in expectation, only to be found again by grace. With its earthy acoustic tones, ambient textures, and heartfelt honesty, it celebrates the beauty of living authentically, resting in God’s design rather than the world’s demands. It’s not rebellion — it’s redemption. A quiet declaration that you’re set apart on purpose.

I tried to fit where I didn’t belong
Wore a smile, but I felt so wrong
Ran through the years chasing approval
Lost myself in what looked useful

I hit the bottom more than once
Tried to fix what time had done
But You met me where I lost my way
And turned the night into a brighter day

I’m different on purpose
Set apart by grace
Don’t need the same rhythm
To run this race
You found me wandering
And called me Yours
I’m learning to rest
In a life that’s raw

I burned out on the noise and show
Religion took more than it ever sowed
But You came whispering peace again
You found me hiding deep within

Now mornings start with bread and wine
Your Word and pen and quiet time
I walk these streets with love to give
And call it purpose — because it is

I’m different on purpose
Set apart by grace
Don’t need the same rhythm
To run this race
You found me wandering
And called me Yours
I’m learning to rest
In a life that’s raw

I don’t need a title
I don’t need applause
The smallest kindness
Can shake the walls
A gentle word, a quiet grace, a song
This is the kingdom
Where I belong

I’m different on purpose
And that’s okay
You’re writing my story
In Your own way
You found me wandering
And called me Yours
Now I’m finally home
Where my heart feels more

Different on purpose
And perfectly Yours

Different on Purpose

🎙️ Independent storyteller | 🇺🇸🇲🇽 | Voice through survival
I use AI-assisted tools to co-create some of my music, but every lyric, edit, and emotional heartbeat is mine.

All songs are legally licensed for commercial release. I rewrite, restructure, and remix every line until it reflects real life — mine, and maybe yours too.

If it helps even one person feel less alone in their frustration, grief, or journey… then it was worth creating.

🧠 Music built from survival.
🫀 Songs crafted with truth.
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