When you mess up bad with the best thing ever happened  to you and you can’t put things right

Am I the Only One

Reflections

🎵 You’re, in my dreams - (Official Lyric Video by Brady Kent ) 🎶✨

💔You’re, in my dreams ' is a new Brady Kent release 💔

💔 This is a story about a man returning to his lost love. He can barley speak and can't sleep.
 He has had to face the truth, she is the one !💔

He can't ' cut lose and he is still out there and can't choose'

In the end he says, 'Set the bells, ringing.Think, a beautiful thought.Got some, questions 
Maybe, a surprise encore'

The chorus says it all ,' You’re, in my dreams.The finest girl'

Have you met the one ?

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Lyrics 

Wiped Out 

I clawed through dirt and broke through stone.
Fought hard to breath, was all alone.
Each upward inch, a victory won.
Just want a glimpse, a ray of sun.

Hold on, go on and try to dance.
Hold on, go on, there is a chance.

But then this wave. Shattered again.
Left in the dust. I'm back in pain.
There was this wave. It wasn't loud.
Left in the dust. I'm wiped out.

I opened up while shadows crept. 
Gave heart and soul, made conscious steps. 
A rare connection, burning eyes.
I risked it all, killed butterflies.

Hold on, go on and try to dance.
Hold on, go on, there is a chance.

But then this wave. Shattered again.
Left in the dust. I'm back in pain.
There was this wave. It wasn't loud.
Left in the dust. I'm wiped out.

Now, what is left, deep inside?
Too many hopes already died. 
I'm lost in silence, cold and deep.
Fear broken dreams forever sleep.

Hold on, go on and try to dance.
Hold on, go on, there is a chance.

But then this wave. Shattered again.
Left in the dust. I'm back in pain.
There was this wave. It wasn't loud.
Left in the dust. I'm wiped out.
But then this wave. Shattered again.
Left in the dust. I'm back in pain.
There was this wave. It wasn't loud.
Left in the dust. I'm wiped out.

© Sarima 

#music therapy 

Wiped Out

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These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

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No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

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