Between then and now, I’ve walked that line,
Every beat a memory, every word a sign.
True that, I’ve stumbled, true that, I’ve grown,
But the rhythm reminds me I’m never alone.
I see the shadows of our yesterday,
Echoes of the love that slipped away.
Every streetlight flickers, calling me back,
But I’m chasing forward, no time to track.
True that, I’ve been broken,
True that, I’ve been scarred.
But the music keeps me open,
And it’s healing every part.
Between then and now, I’m finding my sound,
Dancing through the fire, I won’t be bound.
Between then and now, I’m stronger somehow,
True that, I’m alive — and I’m living it loud.
I hear the whispers of the nights we knew,
Every promise faded, but the rhythm’s true.
The skyline glows with a brand-new start,
I’m remixing pain into works of art.
True that, I’ve been waiting,
True that, I’ve been lost.
But the beat keeps elevating,
And I’ll pay whatever cost.
Between then and now, I’m finding my sound,
Dancing through the fire, I won’t be bound.
Between then and now, I’m stronger somehow,
True that, I’m alive — and I’m living it loud.
I see reflections in the midnight glass,
Every broken moment, every time I passed.
But the rhythm tells me I’m not defined,
By the weight of sorrow I left behind.
True that, I’ve been learning,
True that, I’ve been torn.
But the music keeps returning,
And I’m finally reborn.
Between then and now, I’m finding my sound,
Dancing through the fire, I won’t be bound.
Between then and now, I’m stronger somehow,
True that, I’m alive — and I’m living it loud.
Yeah, I came from the silence, now I’m breaking the chains,
Every scar I carried turned to fuel in my veins.
Between then and now, it’s a war I survived,
Every lyric I spit is the proof I’m alive.
True that, I’ve been doubted, true that, I’ve been bruised,
But the rhythm’s my weapon, and the beat’s my muse.
I respect the craft, I respect the grind,
Building something lasting, leaving echoes behind.
From the mountain to the city, from the dark to the stage,
Every moment I’ve lived is a line on the page.
Between then and now, I’m not backing down,
I’m a king in the rhythm, I wear the crown.
Between then and now, I’ve found my way,
True that, tomorrow’s another day.
Between then and now, I’ll dance through the pain,
True that, the music will always remain.

Please Dance this on to your playlist ..So much thanks... WHY SPACE
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Then & Now  by WHY🎧 SPACE

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

Then & Now by WHY🎧 SPACE

Edwin Balder