FROM MY UPCOMING ALBUM "SOJOURNER": Recorded way back in 1997 at Northwest University Chapel.  Features the late, great Walter Finch on guitar, along with members of the Antioch Bible Church choir.

[Verse 1]
The river keeps on rollin’, even when the rains don’t fall
Time keeps on movin’, takes the best of us all
We’re born with nothin’ but a spark in our hands
Tryin’ to build forever out of shifting sand

[Verse 2]
Every scar’s a story, every tear’s a flame
Burnin’ through the darkness, callin’ out a name
Love don’t break easy, it bends but it won’t fall
When the night gets heavy, love will carry it all

[Chorus]
So hold on to the light when the shadows grow long
Love is the reason we’re still holdin’ on
Life is a whisper, love is the song
And our hearts are the place where it all belongs

[Bridge]
It’s human hands that mend what time will break
Every dream we keep is a choice we make
We fall, we rise, we learn how to stay
Love is the strength that shows the way

[Chorus – Double to end]
Hold on to the light when the shadows grow long
Love is the reason we’re still holdin’ on
Life is a whisper, love is the song
And our hearts are the place where it all belongs

Sojourner

Hold On To The Light

Grass Roots .mp3

The Quiet Wars drifts through the battles no one sees—the ones fought behind tired eyes, in late-night reflections, and in the spaces between who we are and who we’re trying to be. It follows a wandering soul moving through city streets and inner shadows, wrestling with blurred truths, fading comforts, and the ghosts of his own making. Yet beneath all the noise, there’s a quiet pulse of hope: a hum of love, a searching spirit, a song that keeps going even when he can’t. It’s a story of losing and rising in the same breath, of fighting without glory, and finding small, steady light in the dark.

The Quiet Wars erzählt von jenen Kämpfen, die keiner sieht – den stillen Schlachten hinter müden Blicken, in nächtlichen Spiegeln und in den Zwischenräumen zwischen dem, was wir sind und dem, was wir sein wollen. Der Song begleitet eine verlorene Seele durch Stadtstraßen und innere Schatten, im Ringen mit verschwommenen Wahrheiten, flüchtigem Trost und selbstgemachten Geistern. Und doch pulsiert unter all dem Lärm ein zarter Funken Hoffnung: ein Summen von Liebe, ein suchender Geist, ein Song, der weiterspielt, selbst wenn man selbst nicht mehr kann. Es ist eine Geschichte vom Verlieren und Aufstehen im selben Atemzug, vom Kämpfen ohne Applaus – und vom Finden kleiner, beständiger Lichter im Dunkeln.

The Quiet Wars

There’s a soldier in the mirror
He’s got my eyes, but not my soul
He’s fighting ghosts that disappear
Every time I lose control

There’s a preacher on the TV
Selling comfort by the pound
And I wonder if he’d know me
If ever all the lights went down

Truth ain’t clean, it’s cut and scarred
Like a mirror in the dark

All the quiet wars I fight
Never make it to the news
Just a battle in the mirror light
Where I win and always lose

So I walk down 9th and Houston
Past the cafe, past the bar
All the voices sound like headlines
And I’m not sure who we are

But love still hums beneath the static
Like a record full of grace
And the song plays on, erratic
Till it finds a resting place

All the quiet wars I fight
Never make it to the news
Just a battle in the mirror light
Where I win and always lose

Still fighting, still losing
Still here


The Quiet Wars

Twentieth Century

Janelle (2011 Remastered)

Cold Chisel is a rock band that originated in Adelaide, Australia!