A bold cry for freedom—even if it means falling. This is the song of someone ready to feel everything instead of nothing.

Let Me Burn

No Fighting-
Strolling-
Hands in my pockets 
No Fighting
Strolling
Hands in my pockets 
flowing, just Going, 
- against the flood
--racing the odds 
-- you know

Once I thought that i had to, but
Learned by Now I just want to
Serve Him, serve God
His name 
His game is my game
 Him No changes
 I change 
Proclaim the word-
To the world
(if He can use me... ya know .. 
He can use every one)

Picture me,
Faking nice - In a disguise, 
being cool
Never a fool
I never look at myself as a failure 
But the truth :
I needed a saviour 
It was -(hmm) 
Not like I thought 
It would be... As
 putting on a new layer (no no) 
This is the real dope bro
Just say yes- once , ( dahh)- He does his thing ...so,
' in a sec -bro-  you're a-son of the King

(so I told my new self.... ya oat to be a lion man ,so i
-dressed looking like a lamb man, ---ya'll know ?)

So I was strucked
 idea had me caught
I'm gonna make good vibes 
As I self could've bought 
I wanna lift his name up high
So i attended A.I. ..

That's how it works now 
Watch where it got me
20 k. Plays in 2 weeks - that nailed me
In my cover, -  could I
 be spreading the Gospel 
to the whole world through A. I.
Man its cool to be dude
extracting music from the moon. 
old dreams can come alive this fast
With a new heart 
making music that last
And it's a kick man
I think I extended my lifespan 
Finding me live my dream
doing some good things 
Like the writing and thinking 
Stopped the fighting ---
Spreading the gospel 
this is the most real thing
 it's not even terrifying - 
Man ..I'm calm.

On distance i hear the foe
Screaming on the top of his voice 
a big NO
So then I know 
I'm doing good 
He'll never bother with me 
Unless I walked with the truth 
The devil would ignoring me too
But now he's try to give me a hard time 
Weaken my bones 
Break up my body
Throw me down 
But the one who lives in me
Is the hard one
The more i getting stuck 
The more i can make music 
On my cell phone.

Listen, 
I'm not thinking 
I'm something that I'm not
Im working with the gifts
That I'll been given, 
that's all I got
Listen, 
I'm not thinking 
I'm something that I'm not
Im working with the gifts
That I'll been given, 
that's all I got

I Aint got them streets in my blood
Or ever a gun by my loins
Nor a life tha' give real swing on the beat
Some've been all crushed 
Then writing lyrics that bleed 
(deep respect to ya'll) 
Hasn't happened to me
Guessing I'm lucky 
In meantime I've got to do 
Trying to get this message on da'tube
on da'tube.

Never a fool
I never look at myself as a failure 
But the truth :
I needed a saviour 
It was -(hmm) 
Not like I thought 
It would be... As
 putting on a new layer (no no) 
This is the real dope bro
Just say yes- once , ( dahh)- He does his thing ...so,
' in a sec -bro-  you're a-son of the King
(so I told my new self.... ya oat to be a lion man ,so i-dressed looking like a lamb man, ---ya'll know ?)


Never a fool

We Fly

hollow like me

Comin' For Ya

It’s tender, ethereal, and comforting — like a whispered embrace in the dark.

In the Spotlight

How Often

Faith in the Fire feat. Raven

In the empty room of days that have no name,
I feel so weary, and my heart is lost, perplexed.
The exits are all closing, so many voices fade,
And disappointment clothes me in winter's fabric.

There is no remedy to quell this chill inside,
No stack of bills can ever pay the soul's high price,
Just a handful of true friends who never leave my side,
And an outstretched hand that crowns me with its peace.

And I cling, my God, to Your light,
even if the world turns its back on me,
even if everything rusts and the night burns,
I still sing, I still hope,
for the shadow is not the master
of my final path.
Only You are there, my God,
with Your light watching over my sleepless nights.

The newscasters sell promises of empty smoke,
While faith is auctioned in mad markets of dust and gold,
And yet, I still imagine a tomorrow of my own,
Like a child who sows stars in the barren void.

Because I've learned that hope is not a luxury,
That despite the ruins, it grows, born from the fright,
And though my voice may tremble, and my heart may bleed,
I know that one day, all deceptions will turn true.

And I cling, my God, to Your light,
even if the world turns its back on me,
even if everything rusts and the night burns,
I still sing, I still hope,
for the shadow is not the master
of my final path.
Only You are there, my God,
with Your light watching over my sleepless nights.

Do not take my hope from me…
It's the only thing that shines as I walk among the shadows,
The only thing that burns
When everything else goes dark.
My Hope that Your light in me will never be extinguished,
And that Your gentle hand is the one that comes to save me,
Every single night, when the pain in my chest
Burns, aches, and nearly takes my life.

And I cling, my God, to Your light,
even if the world turns its back on me,
even if everything rusts and the night burns,
I still sing, I still hope,
for the shadow is not the master
of my final path.
Only You are there, my God,
with Your light watching over my sleepless nights.

And I cling, my God, to Your light,
even if the world turns its back on me,
even if everything rusts and the night burns,
I still sing, I still hope,
for the shadow is not the master
of my final path.
Only You are there, my God,
with Your light watching over my sleepless nights.


My God, I Hold On to Your Light When the World Turns Away

“AFTER YOU LEFT” is an experimental fusion of organic emotion and digital decay.
Dark, haunting — where cello, bagpipe drones, and fractured rhythms drift through static and silence.

AFTER YOU LEFT

Dans Ce Monde — a cinematic blend of French chanson and deep house, where emotion breathes between every beat.
A woman sings not for attention, but to release what the world cannot see — quiet strength, fragile beauty, unspoken defiance.
Her voice trembles, then rises; soft as rain, fierce as fire.
Through the rhythm, she finds herself again — not seeking to be heard, but to feel free.

Produced by Quarry Studios
In every heart, a silent revolution.

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Dans Ce Monde

To all of you friendly souls which listen to my songs. Thank you!.  I dont need to hear from you, the listening numbers has its own tune and I would´t be this new me if it wasn´t for you.  God bless. You folks are the reason I´ll continue.

Never a fool

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