"Where Have You Gone" is an intimate ballad for anyone missing someone who once made the world warm. Each lyric is a quiet question echoing through empty rooms—longing for a voice, a touch, a laugh that carried you through. This is the song for cold nights, restless hearts, and those who still wait for the light to return.

Where Have You Gone

This song is about a man who proves that kindness doesn’t need an audience. Moose isn’t flashy he’s steady, simple, and wise in his own way. He feeds the deer behind his barn, makes peace with the squirrels, and lends a hand to anyone who crosses his path human or animal. He won’t brag about it, but the folks around him know: the world’s a little softer where Moose walks.

He hands out corn to the critters, and old sayings to the folks, and somehow, both seem to stick.

Here’s to those who do good without making a show of it.


[Verse 1]
They say a man’s measured by the way he lends a hand,
By the quiet things he does when there ain’t no one to stand.
There’s a big fella ‘round here, folks just call him Moose,
Drives a shiny Tundra, keeps it spotless and spruce.

Out past his  barn, where the woods start to grow,
The deer wander out, movin' quiet and slow.
He lays out corn, then he leans with style,
Watchin' ‘em feed with a soft, easy smile.

[Verse 2]
By the porch there’s bird feeders, where the songbirds land,
Moose keeps it stocked, says, “They brighten the land.”
But the squirrels kept stealin’, so he hatched up a plan,
Bought squirrel-proof feeders, but still leaves ‘em corn by hand.

He laughs watchin’ ‘em scramble, says, “Let ‘em have their fun,”
“There’s plenty to share when the day is done.”
Leanin’ back with his old water jug in the shade,
That simple kind of joy, it just never fades.

[Verse 3]
There’s an old man in town, walks his dog every day,
Hunched over and quiet, just driftin’ his way.
But Moose knows his story, so he’ll pull up slow,
Says, “Hop on in, friend, where you need to go?”

Drives him to McDonald's, says, “Ice cream’s on me,”
Watches that old man share with his dog happily.
Before they part ways, Moose slips him some cash,
Says, “Take care of that pup, and yourself, too, while it lasts.”

[Chorus]
That’s just Moose, steady and true,
He’s got a story for everyone, and his heart’s just as true.
Feeds the deer, helps a stranger, keeps the squirrels in line,
Knows life ain’t perfect, but he likes it just fine.
Hands out the corn to the critters outside,
And hands out old sayings to the folks passin' by.

[Outro]
I'm a grown ass man… I do what I want.”
(pause)
“And remember, just ‘cause you blow out my candles… It don’t make yours any brighter.”

That’s Just Moose

It Is Done
A quiet anthem of closure.
This song is not about triumph – it’s about truth.
It’s the breath after the storm, the whisper after the scream.
Composed in stillness, sung in release,
It Is Done marks the moment when something finally ends
– not with noise, but with dignity.

✨ What you hear is a collaboration: AI co-created – but life breathes through both of us.

IT Is Done

Come in and sit down

Too Unkind

Outside

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“The Quiet Wars” looks inward, turning life’s invisible battles into poetry. It’s about the fights no one sees — the moments when you face yourself, your doubts, and your ghosts in the quiet light of everyday life. Through soulful grit and heartfelt honesty, it speaks of resilience, loss, and the fragile strength that keeps us standing even when no one’s watching. A song for those who keep going, still fighting, still here.

„The Quiet Wars“ richtet den Blick nach innen und verwandelt die unsichtbaren Kämpfe des Lebens in Poesie. Es geht um die stillen Schlachten, die niemand sieht – um die Begegnung mit sich selbst, den eigenen Zweifeln und den Geistern der Vergangenheit. Mit gefühlvoller Ehrlichkeit und rauer Seele erzählt der Song von Stärke, Verlust und dem leisen Mut, weiterzumachen, auch wenn keiner hinsieht. Ein Lied für alle, die immer noch kämpfen – und immer noch da sind.

The Quiet Wars

There’s a soldier in the mirror
She’s got my eyes, but not my soul
She’s fighting ghosts that disappear
Every time I lose control

There’s a preacher on the TV
Selling comfort by the pound
And I wonder if he’d know me
If ever all the lights went down

Truth ain’t clean, it’s cut and scarred
Like a mirror in the dark

All the quiet wars I fight
Never make it to the news
Just a battle in the mirror light
Where I win and always lose

So I walk down 9th and Houston
Past the cafe, past the bar
All the voices sound like headlines
And I’m not sure who we are

But love still hums beneath the static
Like a record full of grace
And the song plays on, erratic
Till it finds a resting place

All the quiet wars I fight
Never make it to the news
Just a battle in the mirror light
Where I win and always lose

Still fighting, still losing
Still here


The Quiet Wars

You breathe slow like a midnight hymn
Soft as a secret trimmed on the brim
Your scent hangs close like a whispered sin
가지 마, drifting warm and thin

Gold cufflinks flash when you turn my way
Balmain lapel in the smoky sway
Your voice cuts quiet through velvet air
돌아와, like a silent dare

Shadows lean in when you call my name
Low like a gamble, sharp like a flame
You say don’t stay, but you hold me still
Soft contradiction bending your will

Round and round, the room turns slow
Lights fall soft like afterglow
Round and round, you pull me near
Love hits quiet, crystal clear

Your glass tilts slow with a crimson pour
Baccarat shine on the marble floor
A half smile hides what you never say
Don't let go, fading as you sway

Tom Ford shadows on your skin tonight
Eyes like embers under yellow light
You move like trouble dressed in gold
기억해, slipping soft and cold

Sweet on the tongue but sharp inside
You love in riddles you never hide
You say don’t fall, but your hands insist
Two soft lies in a single kiss

Round and round, the room turns slow
Lights fall soft like afterglow
Round and round, you pull me near
Love hits quiet, crystal clear

Smoke curls up like a whispered vow
Soft devotion breaking now
If this ends with a shattered tune
Let it fade under neon moon

Round and round, the room turns slow
Lights fall soft like afterglow
Round and round, you pull me near
Love hits quiet, crystal clear

이 밤 끝에 너만 남아
돌아와도 괜찮아
난 여전히 그 자리야

Round and Round

Still Here Without You (feat. Aria Soleil)

The Quiet Wars drifts through the battles no one sees—the ones fought behind tired eyes, in late-night reflections, and in the spaces between who we are and who we’re trying to be. It follows a wandering soul moving through city streets and inner shadows, wrestling with blurred truths, fading comforts, and the ghosts of his own making. Yet beneath all the noise, there’s a quiet pulse of hope: a hum of love, a searching spirit, a song that keeps going even when he can’t. It’s a story of losing and rising in the same breath, of fighting without glory, and finding small, steady light in the dark.

The Quiet Wars erzählt von jenen Kämpfen, die keiner sieht – den stillen Schlachten hinter müden Blicken, in nächtlichen Spiegeln und in den Zwischenräumen zwischen dem, was wir sind und dem, was wir sein wollen. Der Song begleitet eine verlorene Seele durch Stadtstraßen und innere Schatten, im Ringen mit verschwommenen Wahrheiten, flüchtigem Trost und selbstgemachten Geistern. Und doch pulsiert unter all dem Lärm ein zarter Funken Hoffnung: ein Summen von Liebe, ein suchender Geist, ein Song, der weiterspielt, selbst wenn man selbst nicht mehr kann. Es ist eine Geschichte vom Verlieren und Aufstehen im selben Atemzug, vom Kämpfen ohne Applaus – und vom Finden kleiner, beständiger Lichter im Dunkeln.

The Quiet Wars

There’s a soldier in the mirror
He’s got my eyes, but not my soul
He’s fighting ghosts that disappear
Every time I lose control

There’s a preacher on the TV
Selling comfort by the pound
And I wonder if he’d know me
If ever all the lights went down

Truth ain’t clean, it’s cut and scarred
Like a mirror in the dark

All the quiet wars I fight
Never make it to the news
Just a battle in the mirror light
Where I win and always lose

So I walk down 9th and Houston
Past the cafe, past the bar
All the voices sound like headlines
And I’m not sure who we are

But love still hums beneath the static
Like a record full of grace
And the song plays on, erratic
Till it finds a resting place

All the quiet wars I fight
Never make it to the news
Just a battle in the mirror light
Where I win and always lose

Still fighting, still losing
Still here


The Quiet Wars

BRO