You are never to young too remember being younger...

All That We Have Seen By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Were we ever children, blindly running free,
Every worry invisible, buzzing like a bee.
Out of control, drifting on the sea,
Every dream possible, sweet childhood fantasy.

 Remember being young wild and free
Lost in stardust, under an old oak tree.
Frame your memories of time so serene,
Hold on tight, my friends, to all that we have seen.
Hold on tight, my friends, to all that we have seen.

In the golden haze of summer's past,
We danced in shadows fireflies cast.
soft  whispers under a moonlight glow,
hearts ablaze, seeking what to know    

Oh Remember being young, wild and free
Lost in stardust, under the old oak tree.
Frame those memories of time so serene,
Hold on tight, my friends, to all that we have seen.
Hold on tight, my friends, to all that we have seen.

Bicycles raced down sun-kissed streets,
Skinned knees, jokes,  ice cream truck "tricker" treats
our time a carousel, a merry-go-round,
Chasing after rainbows, skipping across the ground

Oh Remember being young, wild and free
Lost in stardust, under the old oak tree.
Frame those memories of time so serene,
Hold on tight, my friends, to all that we have seen. 
Hold on tight, my friends, to all that we have seen.
  
 Hold on tight, my friends, to all that we have seen.

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All That We Have Seen By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

All That We Have Seen By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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