
time...(time) what time...(is it...)...


I’ve watched the dawn break a thousand times or more,
Each one a masterpiece I couldn’t ignore.
The sky paints in whispers, a blush on the air,
A moment so fragile, yet too grand to compare.
I’ve counted my days by the rise and the fall,
But now I’m countin’ ‘em all, feelin’ smaller and small.


‘Cause I love the sunrise like a promise unbroken,
And the sunset like a prayer softly spoken.
When your days are numbered, you learn how to see,
The beauty in the leaving, the light in the free...(light in the free)...
.light... in.... the.... free......



The shadows stretch long, then they fade into gold,
A story half-told, but still beautiful.
And the evenings, they linger like a bittersweet friend,
A beginning, an ending, and the time in between.
I’ve walked through the years, but I’m standin’ here still,
With a heart that’s grown fuller, though the clock’s lost its will.


‘Cause I love the sunrise like a promise unbroken,
And the sunset like a prayer softly spoken.
When your days are numbered, you learn how to see,
The beauty in the leaving, the light in the free...(light in the free)...
.light... in.... the.... free......

They say time’s just a river, but I’ve felt it as rain,
Each drop a reminder of joy and of pain.
And though the current may pull me where I don’t want to go,
I’ll cling to the light, let it warm my soul.
‘Cause the sun doesn’t care if it’s your first or your last,
It just rises and falls, like.. the ...moments ....that.... pass.
(...moments ....that.... pass.)

I sit on this porch with the sky as my guide,
watch as the morning and evening collide.
The years may have weathered these hands and this face,
But the sun still reminds me of love’s endless grace.

‘Cause I love the sunrise like a promise unbroken,
And the sunset like a prayer softly spoken.
When your days are numbered, you learn how to see…
The beauty in the leaving, the light in the free...(light in the free)...
.light... in.... the.... free......

when ..my.. final ..dawn ..breaks, 
my last sunset fades,
I’ll ..smile.. at.. the ..beauty
 that... never... betrayed....

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In The Free 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

In The Free by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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