Whispers rise, the silence grows,
Every question, the answer shows.
Why Space…
Why Space…
He fell down, thought the race was done,
Lost the fire, lost the sun.
But in the quiet, he found his name,
Failure’s not disgrace, it’s part of the game
Why Space is the room you claim,
Not the crowd, not the fame.
It’s the silence that makes you strong,
It’s the rhythm that rights the wrong.
Fade in the echo,
Rise from below.
Why Space, Why Space,
That’s how you grow.
Fade in the echo,
Learn as you go.
Why Space, Why Space,
That’s what you know.
Sit in the way space,
Know it is your place
To figure out how to win this race,
Find a way to truly face
That failure is not a disgrace—
Just something you erase
As you expand your taste
To get to a higher place.
She was told she’d never lead,
Too soft, too slow, too much need.
But she sat in silence, found her flame,
Now the world remembers her name.
Why Space is the question you ask,
It’s the silence behind the mask.
It’s the place where you learn to fall,
It’s the room that teaches it all.
You don’t erase what you’ve become,
You expand, you overcome.
Every scar is a map, every fall a trace,
Why Space is the higher place.
Echoes fade, but lessons stay,
Every night becomes the day.
Why Space is the name we keep,
The place we rise, the place we leap.
Fade in the echo,
Rise from below.
Why Space, Why Space,
That’s how you grow.
Fade in the echo,
Learn as you go.
Why Space, Why Space,
That’s what you know.
Why Space…
Why Space…
Fade in the echo…
Fade in the echo…

Please Dance this on to your playlist ..So much thanks... WHY SPACE
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Why Space 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

Why Space by WHY🎧 SPACE

Edwin Balder