The woods were quiet but not silent. The wind carried memories between the branches. The leaves murmured things forgotten. And the one who walked did not speak, for there was no need. Words had grown heavy in the world they left behind.

They followed no path, only instinct. Drawn ever onward by something unseen. Sometimes, in the distance, a pair of eyes would watch. Gentle, deep, unafraid. And each time, they would follow.

Nights came soft and cold. They lit fires of fallen limbs and watched the sparks rise like lost voices. In the crackle and hush, they remembered. Not in sharp pictures but in feelings—the warmth of someone’s hand, the sound of laughter in another life. It hurt, but sweetly. Like a scar, you no longer mind touching.

Then, one night, beneath a sky woven with stars, the deer came close.

It did not run. It did not speak. But in its stillness was an answer.

The one who walked understood. Some things are not meant to be held, only followed. Some healing does not come in circles but in long, quiet lines through wild places.

They did not return. But the forest remembers them.

And sometimes, if the wind is just right, and you are very still, you may hear footsteps among the leaves—not lost, not wandering.

Just walking.

Whispers Without a Sound

In this uncertain world where are you going , somewhere faced against the odds, a place to belong,
Remaining strong in depths too deep to see, but there is one thing for sure, 
I believe when I'm with the Lord, time means nothing to me, when I'm with Jesus, there's strength and power there
There's nothing to fear, for I know His promises, and in His presence that's where we belong.

People come and people go, one day you know another you don't.
White is black, black is white, where's the stability in your life
Age is your limit and time is a frame
And what you put in it, is still taken away

God is the same yesterday, and tomorrow
Never changing, preserving the way of His Saints
And giving assurance for the time that is borrowed
He promises to wipe away all of our sorrows
Renewing our hope for a better tomorrow.





In His Presence That's Where We Belong

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Be appreciative of the people in your life.

Tonight

from the ground

Alas, time and space

I missed ya
in the long
time 
between
the last
time 
I saw ya
and now.

I missed ya
in the wide
open space
we went through
to get to
here.

(c) 2021, 2025 Mattie May

12-string guitar: Heather Love

Here (I missed ya!)

Siempre Olvidados stands as both an extension of Forgotten Boys / Niños Olvidados and its own powerful statement. While deeply connected to the themes of the album, this EP carves out its own lane—a raw, emotional, and unapologetic journey through struggle, ambition, and resilience.

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