Through my window pane
Watching life move fast
Busy hands on screens
Time just slipping past

Can't help wondering what you see
When you look down at me
All these changes coming through
But I know one thing's true

Your love hasn't changed
(Your love, Your love)
Still the same today
(Today, today)
Even as we drift away
Your love remains the same

(Love remains the same)
(Love remains unchanged)

Social status signs
Profiles perfectly placed
Missing what's inside
Living life erased

Through these digital displays
We're losing our way
But you see past all the noise
To hear our silent voice

Your love hasn't changed
(Your love, Your love)
Still the same today
(Today, today)
Even as we drift away
Your love remains the same

Patiently waiting
Constantly calling
Perfectly timing
Every single moment

[Stripped down, quiet]
When all the screens go dark
When batteries run dry
You're still there
You're still there

Your love hasn't changed
(Hasn't changed, no)
Still the same today
(Same today, oh)
Even as we drift away
Your love remains the same
(Your love remains)
Your love remains the same
(Forever unchanged)

Chester Rivers - Your Love

You're my vibe

I'll be loving you forever

_Sleep, Little Bunny (Lullaby)

Pulling Me Down

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The Journey of Life-Wendir

Resonate by American K-Pop Boys
Written and Produced and all rights reserved by
Edwin H. Balder
We walk through realms the ear can't see 

where rhythm bends reality 

a beat becomes a boundary crossed 

a lyric found when all feels lost 

chords like rivers shape the land 

truths laid down by trembling hand 

where silence waits, the notes ignite 

and sorrow hums itself to light 

we live in lines that rise, then fall 

where voices echo through it all 

not made for maps or worldly law 

these realms are stitched in awe and flaw 

in every bar, we leave behind 

a ghost of heart, a spark of mind 

we don’t just write—we resurrect 

the pieces pain forgot to protect 

this music we write—it builds the door 

between who we were and something moreWe walk through realms the ear can't see 

where rhythm bends reality 

a beat becomes a boundary crossed 

a lyric found when all feels lost 

chords like rivers shape the land 

truths laid down by trembling hand 

where silence waits, the notes ignite 

and sorrow hums itself to light 

we live in lines that rise, then fall 

where voices echo through it all 

not made for maps or worldly law 

these realms are stitched in awe and flaw 

in every bar, we leave behind 

a ghost of heart, a spark of mind 

we don’t just write—we resurrect 

the pieces pain forgot to protect 

this music we write—it builds the door 

between who we were and something more 

We walk through realms the ear can't see 

where rhythm bends reality 

a beat becomes a boundary crossed 

a lyric found when all feels lost 

chords like rivers shape the land 

truths laid down by trembling hand 

trembling hand.... trembling hand...

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Resonate by American K-Pop Boys

“Everything I Swallowed” is the emotional heart of the album. It voices the quiet cost of emotional repression, all the truths we bury to keep the peace. This is where the internal pressure finally rises, not to explode, but to be heard. It’s a slow purge, a soft reckoning.

Everything I Swallowed

We all set a place at the table for the parts of ourselves we fear have wandered too far. Even when it feels like no one returns, life quietly invites us to keep the door open. Sometimes, hope is simply the act of waiting with an open heart — trusting that, one day, we’ll find our way home, or that home will find us.

I built a shelter out of wishes,
Lit candles for the ones I lost.
But no footsteps echo in my hallway,
No voices call me home.

No one comes home,
No one comes home,
I wait and I wait,
But no one comes home.

Night after night,
I set the table for my missing self.
I sing to the shadows on the wall,
But only silence answers.

No one comes home,
No one comes home,
I wait and I wait,
But no one comes home.

Maybe I am the ghost
I keep waiting for,
Turning the key
In an invisible door.

No one comes home,
No one comes home,
I wait and I wait,
But no one comes home.

No One Comes Home

"My Home" is a heartfelt ode to the place, and perhaps more importantly, the people, that truly represent safety, belonging, and peace for me. It’s not just about a physical building, but the feeling of utter contentment and security that comes from being surrounded by the love of my husband and children, here in Finnmark. 

This song captures the warmth, the comfort, and the sense of deep roots that define what "home" truly means to me—a sanctuary built on love, laughter, and unwavering support.

My Home (Remastered)

For every one of us out there that has ever felt this way. Here's a song for you. 

Was It Something That I Said?

I make handmade music and write all my lyrics myself — sometimes complex, sometimes simple, sometimes raw, sometimes clean. Always how it comes to me when inspiration strikes.

I’m a guitarist at heart — all my music is composed and recorded on guitar, shaped by feeling and instinct. Occasionally, I use electronic elements to expand the sound, but the guitar remains the core of my creative process.

I don’t follow a fixed style. My roots in composing soundtracks for films and audio dramas still echo through my music today — you might hear cinematic undertones, storytelling textures, and atmospheric layers.

I’m not chasing fame or big money. What truly drives me is creative connection — genuine collaboration, shared moments of inspiration, and the spark that happens when people create together.

I love helping other artists shine — I write the songs, they own the stage.
What I create are soundtracks for the cinema in your mind — and mine.