[Verse 1]
I was ten years old, hiding under a table,
Granddad’s hand on my shoulder, steady and able.
He was setting sound in a smoke-filled room,
Where Joni sang “Blue” and the walls hummed tunes.
I watched her fingers dance on the strings,
No pick in sight, just the magic she’d bring.
And when the lights dimmed, he handed me kiss
an piece of plastic, saying, “Kid, don’t lose this"
 I saw him boost it before the show off her mike stand
now  held tight in my strumming hand

[Chorus]
This lucky pick’s been my secret weapon,
Taped to my mic stand, my heart’s reflection.
It’s not just plastic, it’s a piece of my story,
A bridge to the past, and a path to glory.
Tonight, I’m strumming with hope in my veins,
That this little pick will bring luck again.

[Verse 2]
I taught myself on the neck of a guitar,
Fingers raw, chasing dreams in the dark.
The strings felt fatter, the frets felt wide,
But I found my rhythm with no pick to guide.
Still, I kept it close, like a treasure untold,
A reminder of the nights I was brave and bold.
Now it’s taped to my mic, a silent cheer,
As I step on stage, facing my fears.

[Chorus]
This lucky pick’s been my secret weapon,
Taped to my mic stand, my heart’s reflection.
It’s not just plastic, it’s a piece of my story,
A bridge to the past, and a path to glory.
Tonight, I’m strumming with hope in my veins,
That this little pick will bring luck again.

[Bridge]
Granddad’s gone, but his spirit’s here,
In every chord, in every tear.
He believed in me before I knew,
That I could sing my own “Blue.”
much love dear boosters, the ones who see,
The spark in the dark, the melody.

[Verse 3]
Tonight, I’m playing next to a tiny desk,
Hoping this pick brings a bit of his breath.
It’s not about fame, or the lights or the crowd,
It’s about honoring the ones who made me proud.
So I’ll strum with my fingers, and hold it tight,
This lucky pick, my guiding light.

[Outro]
This lucky pick’s more than a tool,
It’s my granddad’s faith, my golden rule.
And as I play, I’ll close my eyes,
And feel his hand on my shoulder tonight.....(tonight)...tonight

Home Cooked by Hot Cookie

Dit is een lyrisch lied over de stille ruimte van innerlijke zoektocht tussen de stormachtige momenten van het leven.
Het herinnert ons zachtjes eraan dat we zelfs in onzekere overgangen niet alleen zijn — en dat het licht vooruit altijd op ons wacht.

Leun tegen de maan

I don’t have gold and riches
But God I’m wealthy 
I don’t have strong bones
But God I’m healthy 
Neglect was all I knew 
But God I’m so loved 
Let down a time or two
But God I’m enough 

Cuz You give me
You give me what I need
You tell me
What you need from me
You lead me
Through waters so deep
Lord you give me 
You Give me what I need  

The path may look real dim
But God you light the way
This world is filled with sin
But God Im not afraid 
The doctors may say no
But God you’re saying yes!
The evil one will show
But God I will not stress 

Cuz You give me
You give me what I need
You tell me
What you need from me
You lead me
Through waters so deep
Lord you give me 
You Give me what I need  

The wounds cut deep
But God you will restore 
depression builds
But God you’re at that door 
The days grow cold
But God youre my fire 
Everything gets old 
But God you’re my desire 

I don’t have it all 
But I have what I need
A savior sent to die just for me
I don’t have it all
But I have what I need
A best friend for eternity
I don’t have it all
But I have what I need
A father who will never leave 

Cuz You give me
You give me what I need
You tell me
What you need from me
You lead me
Through waters so deep
Lord you give me 
Give me what I need  
God you are 
You’re all I’ll ever need!!

But God

Happy Mother's Day to My Mum, My Wife and My Mother In-Law

Heart of the Home

Pale Morning Light
Capturing the heaviness of waking up alone, when sadness is clearest in the early hours.

[Verse 1]
The night hides the cracks in my soul,
But morning reveals every hole.
The sheets still remember your shape,
But the warmth always finds a way to escape.

Coffee brews, untouched again,
Same routine, same hollow refrain.

[Chorus]
In the pale morning light,
I see what I try to deny.
The truth floats in with the sky —
You’re gone, and I'm still asking why.
No shadows left to chase,
Just silence in your place.
And the ache is hardest to fight...
In the pale morning light.

[Verse 2]
Your voice still lives in the dawn,
A memory I lean on.
But it fades like steam on the glass,
Another moment I couldn’t make last.

Sunrise used to feel like grace,
Now it just paints your empty space.

[Chorus]
In the pale morning light,
I can't pretend it’s alright.
The hours before the world wakes
Are where my heart always breaks.
No dreams left to delay,
Just reality on display —
And it cuts deeper than night...
In the pale morning light.

[Bridge]
I wish I could sleep ‘til the day was done,
Skip the part where I face the sun.
But it finds me, every time,
Exposing every fault like a crime.

[Final Chorus]
In the pale morning light,
I’m nothing but the truth in plain sight.
No filters, no disguise —
Just a man with tear-stained eyes.
Still loving someone who left too soon,
Alone in this half-lit room.
Where nothing feels right...
In the pale morning light.

Pale Morning Light

Título: “Mai (Para Siempre Tati)”
Letra original por Wil Díaz
🎙️ Balada sentimental con música y voz generada por IA (solo para fines de demostración)

Una canción que nace del amor más puro y eterno: el de un hijo hacia su madre.
"Mai" es una palabra sencilla, pero en mi casa lo decía mi padre con un cariño que lo decía todo.
Esta balada es mi forma de rendir homenaje a mi madre, una mujer que lo dio todo con amor y dignidad, y también a mi padre, quien al llamarla "Mai" la hacía eterna.

Es un tributo lleno de nostalgia, gratitud y sentimientos que trascienden el tiempo.
Para todos los que aún sienten la voz de su madre en el corazón… esta canción es para ustedes.

Mai (Para Siempre Tati)

The Author Of My Fire

Motherless Homes

Also available on YouTube – check it out! -- https://youtu.be/-fkr1fJwRus

Quiet Glow

Remember Me

“A CANDLE IN RETROGRADE” flickers against the pull of fate — a song wrapped in warped time and soft disintegration. Lilith’s voice shimmers through reversed melodies and slow-motion echoes, like a spell trying to remember its own words. It burns backwards: gentle, cursed, and divine. A hymn for when the stars fall out of order and you light a flame anyway.

Remember Me

Martaires

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