call me when it’s raining

Neon Hearts is an album about the quiet moments that change us — the breath after the chaos, the warmth that returns when you least expect it, the way strangers can feel familiar for a heartbeat.
It’s a journey through softness, doubt, release, and the small truths that rebuild a tired heart.

Every track carries a different shade of emotion:
the fragile rise after a hard night,
the comfort of letting go,
the power of unity without words,
the beauty of finding yourself again, slowly and gently.

The sound blends future bass, ambient warmth, and honest storytelling.
Not to impress — but to feel.
To remind you that you’re not alone in the things you don’t say out loud.
That even the quietest parts of you are worth listening to.

This album is for the moments when the world is too loud,
and for the ones where everything finally falls into place.
A collection of small universes,
each one glowing with something human,
something tender,
something real.

For anyone who needs a soft light in a heavy world — these are the Neon Hearts.

FOLL GENAI PROJECT UNDER THE NAME OF ewa!

we rise anyway

This track was fun to make, the intersection of love and space. Lol! I hope you like my song!

Cosmos

Dreams Beyond Reality

Can’t Quit You

Waiting For The Sun

Not Too Late

A rendition of my very favorite American folk song. Its true origins are uncertain, but it was made globally popular in the 1960s by the British band The Animals.

House of the Rising Sun

Miss Independent

I was already breaking,
Long ere thou lent thy wings.
I wore my silence as a warning,
Yet still thou stepp’dst into the sting.
Thou held’st the sky above me
When I did beg to disappear,
Thou wrapp’dst thy hands about my falling,
Knowing I might ne’er abide here.

I know not how to be thine “always”,
I scarce do know how to be “now”.
Yet in thine eyes I saw a promise
I cannot keep, nor dare allow.

So I shall leave thee with a scar
Thou shalt remember me by.
Not faery‑tale, nor gilded promise,
But proof that once I was alive.
When thou shalt doubt ‘twixt real and written,
When all thy worlds in mist demur —
Touch the place where it yet acheth,
And thou’lt know I once was there.

Thou call’st it saving — I call it breathing
For but one borrowed day the more.
I walk’d a little past the edge,
For thou didst stand within my door.
I’ll not pretend I now am healèd,
I still do shake, in twain and torn,
Yet thy voice became the shelter
Where my last decision’s born.

I cannot be the home thou seekest,
I am hallway, not a door.
Yet thou gav’st me back my heartbeat —
I know not what it serveth for.

So I shall leave thee with a scar
Thou shalt remember me by.
No faery‑tale, no sworn‑for ever,
But proof that once I was alive.
When thou shalt doubt ‘twixt flesh and fiction,
When parchment‑dreams feel all too safe —
Run thy fingers through the hurting,
Thou’lt recall my living face.

I thank thee for thy wings,
For every sky thou didst uphold.
Yet I am not thine ending,
Nor tale in gentle binding told.
I’ll walk away still broken,
Yet this time I choose the ground.
And if it rend thy hands wide open,
’Tis ‘cause thou caught’st me falling down.

I cannot stay… yet I remain
In the mark beneath thy skin.
Each time thou fall’st to fondest fiction,
Thou’lt remember where I’ve been.

I am the scar thou tracest in the dark
When thou dost question what is true.
Not happy‑ever‑after’s promise —
But the bruise I left in you.
When thy paper worlds call softly,
And thou’rt tempted to dissolve —
Feel the pain I carv’d by leaving —
That’s the proof thou canst revolve.

I was shatter’d, I was leaving,
Yet thou didst hold me for a while.
Take this fracture as my thank‑thee,
Take this wound in place of “mine”.
I cannot bide to be thy haven…
Yet if it hurts — then thou’rt alive.

What We Don't Talk About

By The Scar Thou Shalt Remember Me

When everything goes quiet, that’s when it hurts the most.
For some people, chaos is peace , and silence is the loudest pain.
Miss When It Hurts is about missing the noise because the quiet is worse.

Miss When it Hurts

Crafting lyrics that resonate with people in various life stages. My goal is to create impactful songs that not only offer listeners support and inspiration, but also reflect their personal journeys through music. On all streaming platforms under ‘Obicham’!

Not Too Late

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