I Am So Sorry!
By Anthony Trần

**Verse 1**  
Eight long years have passed since you walked out the door,  
My heart aches deeply, missing you more and more.  
In anger, I lost my way, drove you far from home,  
Now I’m left here, feeling so alone.

**Chorus**  
I’m sorry, my sweet daughter, for all the pain I’ve caused,  
Desperate and falling apart, missing you because  
I love you, and I long to hold you near,  
Come back home, my dear, I need you here.

**Verse 2**  
Every day, I see your face in my mind,  
Regretting the harsh words, I was so blind.  
I pushed you away, and now my heart cries,  
Wishing to see the love in your eyes.

**Chorus**  
I’m sorry, my sweet daughter, for all the pain I’ve caused,  
Desperate and falling apart, missing you because  
I love you, and I long to hold you near,  
Come back home, my dear, I need you here.

**Bridge**  
If I could turn back time, I’d make it right,  
Hold you close, never let you out of sight.  
I’ve learned my lesson, and I’m filled with remorse,  
Hoping we can mend, and find our course.

**Verse 3**  
Please forgive me, for the mistakes I’ve made,  
My heart is broken, in the price I’ve paid.  
You’re my precious daughter, my shining star,  
In my heart, you’re never far.

**Chorus**  
I’m sorry, my sweet daughter, for all the pain I’ve caused,  
Desperate and falling apart, missing you because  
I love you, and I long to hold you near,  
Come back home, my dear, I need you here.

**Outro**  
So here I am, with open arms, and tear-filled eyes,  
Hoping you’ll forgive me, under the same skies.  
Come back home, let’s heal the past,  
In love and peace, we’ll find our way at last.

I Am So Sorry!

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Long Island Iced Tea

Ridin’ hard through dust and flame,
Shadows stretch, but I don’t break.
Every scar, a debt I’ve paid,
No savior here, just my own name.

Night runs cold, the wolves draw near,
I hold my ground, I kill my fear.
A man survives by grit and grace,
Not prayers whispered into space.

Blood and dust, my only creed,
Born to fight, but bound to bleed.
Steel and fire in a calloused hand,
No surrender—just this land.

Outlaws ride, but so do ghosts,
Dreams that haunt what I’ve lost most.
Every trail is carved in sin,
But the fight won’t end till I give in.

Blood and dust, my only creed,
Born to fight, but bound to bleed.
Steel and fire in a calloused hand,
No surrender—just this land.

Wind howls wild through broken stone,
A man can’t claim what he don’t own.
But I’ll stand tall, I’ll pay the cost,
For a soul that’s scarred but never lost.

Blood and dust, my only creed,
Born to fight, but bound to bleed.
Steel and fire in a calloused hand,
No surrender—just this land.

Blood and dust, my only creed,
Born to fight, but bound to bleed.
Steel and fire in a calloused hand,
No surrender—just this land.

Blood and dust, it’s all I know,
Through fire and hell, I make my road.
A loaded gun, a restless soul,
One step closer to the grave I own.

Blood and Dust

Someone Who Comes Back

Wow—nearly 3,000 streams! I’m beyond grateful for everyone who’s taken the time to listen to 'Lessons From My Past.' This song means so much to me, and seeing it resonate with so many of you has been incredible. Your support and shares have made this journey unforgettable, and I’m so excited to keep creating and sharing more with you all. Thank you for being part of this ride!

Lessons From My Past

Momma Don’t Pray Like She Used To

Left your map to me on the side of the road

Where Am I in This? by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
"I’m a shadow in a photograph nobody took..." 

The jukebox plays a melody I don’t recall, 

A half-remembered whisper through a fractured wall. 

You left your fingerprints in dust upon the shelf, 

Now I’m talking to the echoes, asking for your help. 

Where am I in this? 

A stranger in the frame, a ghost inside the kiss. 

The map we drew got swallowed by the mist— 

Now I’m just a question mark on your list. 

The coffee’s cold, the steam long since retired, 

Your absence hums like a live wire. 

I sift through every silence for a clue, 

But the past just hums a tune I never knew. 

Where am I in this? 

A footnote in the script, a name you might’ve missed. 

The compass spins but won’t admit— 

I’m still the wound beneath the scar you kissed. 


I built a house of maybes in the in-between, 

Where the doors don’t close and the walls stay lean. 

You’re a silhouette in every windowpane, 

But the glass won’t break, and the rain won’t explain. 


The clock hands fold like a losing bet, 

Time’s a thief who hasn’t cashed in yet. 

I wear your memory like a borrowed coat, 

Too thin for winter, too heavy to float. 


Where am I in this? 

Just a flicker in the film, a pause inside the twist. 

The credits roll, the reels persist— 

But the story’s yours, and I don’t exist

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Where Am I in This? by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Break the ice ‘neath this lonesome sky,
Bite the bullet, let my old heart cry.
Costs an arm to roam this rugged land,
No cuttin’ corners with a drifter’s hand.
Hit the sack when the campfire’s low,
Come rain or shine, where the wild winds blow.
A penny for thoughts, but they’re all I own,
Actions speak louder when you’re ridin’ alone.  


Break the ice ‘neath this lonesome sky,

The ghost of you

the wish Acústic

Camping in the Wilderness

[Verse 1]
The fire crackles in the pine-scented air,
Stars are spillin’ like secrets everywhere.
Moon’s hanging low, like it’s listening’ close,
To the whispers of the night, where time moves slow.

[Chorus]
Camping in the wilderness, where the world feels wide,
No walls to hold me, just the mountains by my side.
The trees are my shelter, the river’s my song,
Out here in the quiet, I know where I belong.

[Verse 2]
Coffee’s boiling in a battered old pot,
Morning’s chill lingers, but I like it a lot.
Boots on the ground, the earth feels alive,
Out here it’s simple, where the soul can thrive.

[Prechorus]
No neon signs, no city lights,
Just the fireflies dancing through the night.

[Chorus]
Camping in the wilderness, where the world feels wide,
No walls to hold me, just the mountains by my side.
The trees are my shelter, the river’s my song,
Out here in the quiet, I know where I belong.

[Bridge]
Coyotes call to the distant hills,
The echo’s a thrill that the silence fills.
Every shadow tells a story untamed,
Out here, the wild knows my name.

Camping in the Wilderness

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

Where Am I in This? by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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