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This one is for all you Rock lovers out there... Listen close and maybe you will feel something that i did... Love this one. Its about the question we all ask sometimes, who will remeber me when im gone, where do all my trace go, Maybe we will all fade to nothing...Or maybe someone will carry our memories so that we dont just fade....

Enjoy

No Longer Here

[Verse 1] 
Who will open my closet one quiet day
Fold the shirts I wore when life felt okay
My shoes still standing by the door
Silent witnesses of all I lived before
Who will close my watch, turn out my light, wipe the dust off traces of my life
Will someone feel the wind like I used to feel
The sun on the table where time stood still

[Chorus] 
Who will clear my life when I’m no longer here
Who will find the letters, the dreams I left near
Who will call my daughter and tell her who I was
Who will hold my wife when the silence claws
And who will mend the hole I leave behind
How long till I fade from every mind

[Verse 2] 
Pictures fade and voices drift away
The laughter we once shared turns to grey
Names in phones become just lines
And the places I loved get lost in time
Will someone remember how my coffee smelled
How I walked in rain without needing to tell
Or will I just be another soul gone
A name once spoken, then forgotten on

[Chorus] 
Who will clear my life when I’m no longer here
Who will find the letters, the dreams I held dear
Who will call my daughter and tell her my name
Who will love my wife through the weight of pain
And who will fill the space I leave behind
How long till I fade from every mind

[Bridge] 
Maybe I’ll remain in a song, in the air, in a laugh that echoes from someone who cared
Maybe just a moment, but that moment’s mine
Cause I lived, I loved  and I left it behind

[Final Chorus] 
Who will clear my life when I’m no longer here
Who will follow the footprints that disappear
If someone listens close in the quiet and blue
Let them hear my heart 
Still beating for you
For Youuuu…


No Longer Here

A song about identity when memory lets go. The verses sift through fading markers—photo bleaching on picture frames, names rubbed off brass, a street lamp that doesn’t wake—while the attic scene returns like a childhood reel: shadow puppets, a taped-up foil crown, dust drifting in a single beam. The chorus asks the core question: “When the light forgets my name, will the dark still know my shape?” The bridge stops time to name what remains: the hand that held a hand, the story carried in a scar. It ends with a vow spoken softly—say it slow, make it stay—because even if the labels fade, the bond answers back.

Light Forgets My Name

CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

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.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

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.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

Light Forgets My Name

Cyber Chord

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