Your future will never be what it's meant to be.
So move on to the Happy moments in your life leave the bad memories aside.
God has something better for you.
Our life was planned from birth when were just a seed and as you grow up lots of weeds grow up next to you to try to slow your growth. Sometimes you just have to pull them all up and throw them away and never think about it again.
It's one of the hardest things that we have to do.
Tring to living Our Lives trying to move on trying to leave past relationships where they're supposed to be but sometimes.
God puts the right people in your path but, if all you're doing is dwelling on your past you might lose out on your future

For those who have a past

a song about someone realizing too late that they didn’t appreciate what they had. They’re filled with regret over missed chances and mistakes, especially in a relationship that meant more than they realized at the time. Now, they’re determined to do better, to protect and care for someone if given the chance.

Running Out of Room

"Shine Anyway" is an uplifting and empowering anthem about finding light in the darkest moments. With heartfelt lyrics and a resilient spirit, the song celebrates the choice to stay positive, no matter what life throws your way. It paints everyday struggles with a hopeful brush, reminding the listener that even in the rain, we carry our own sunshine. Anchored by a warm melody and emotional sincerity, it’s a feel-good track that encourages strength, self-belief, and the quiet power of optimism.

ShineAnyway
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Shine anyway

Lyin' in the blossom

"Can’t Get It Out" is a raw, emotionally charged alt-rock confession from NIGHT INTRUDER. Drenched in melancholy and shadowed by inner torment, this haunting track captures the struggle of living with pain that refuses to fade. Perfect for fans of dark, introspective rock with gut-punching lyrics and unforgettable atmosphere.


Can’t Get It Out

I grew up in a small town
Every day the same old crowd
Dreamt of being someone different
So I had to get out

I can't find a place to call home
In this world I wander alone
And it don't matter how far I go
No I can't find a place to call home

Well I moved to the city
And got a couple jobs
All I made was enemies
Who'd take all I got

I can't find a place to call home
In this world I wander alone
And it don't matter how far I go
No I can't find a place to call home

Well I moved to the ocean
And I tried to make friends
But I never saw them again
After that weekend

I can't find a place to call home
In this world I wander alone
And it don't matter how far I go
No I can't find a place to call home

Track from the second ToneBoneMachine album "Ticket To Venus"

Ticket To Venus

No Place To Call Home

If it ends like this (No final Kiss Mix)

Lie to Me (209) 312-4271

"Stand Like a Stone" ist eine hymnische Ode an Standhaftigkeit, Herkunft und das unerschütterliche Rückgrat eines Lebens in Wahrheit und Tradition. Dieser Song wurzelt tief musikalisch wie inhaltlich in amerikanischer Erde: handgemacht, ehrlich, durchlebt.

Mit rauer Stimme und klarem Blick erzählt er von einem Mann, der Stürme überstanden hat, ohne dabei seine Überzeugungen zu verlieren. Er steht für das, was Generationen vor ihm aufgebaut haben – ein Zuhause aus harter Arbeit, Liebe und Glauben. Jeder Vers trägt die Narben gelebter Jahre, aber auch das Licht einer Haltung, die sich nicht kaufen lässt: Ehre, Widerstandskraft und familiärer Stolz.

Der Refrain kracht wie Donnerschläge gegen eine Scheunenwand: „I bend with the wind, but I stand like a stone.“ Es ist das Lied eines Menschen, der sich nicht duckt – nicht vor Druck, nicht vor Verlust, nicht vor der Zeit.

Ein Song für all jene, die noch wissen, wo sie herkommen und warum sie stehen bleiben.

Stand Like a Stone

Echoes in Satin by Lauren Lewis shimmers with emotion — a lush blend of dreamy pop, soulful vocals, and cinematic melodies. Each song feels like a late-night confession wrapped in velvet, echoing with love, memory, and desire. Smooth, reflective, and timeless — this is Lauren Lewis at her most captivating. ✨

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#DreamPop #IndiePop #SoulfulPop #CinematicPop #FemaleVocalist #LaurenLewis #EchoesInSatin #EmotionalPop #Atmospheric #NewMusic

Falling into You

In Another Life

hmm…
They called me whore, they called me wild,
but I was only ever holy.

They dressed me in their scripture,
before I could even read.
Called me cursed, called me dangerous,
planted shame—like a seed.

Watched my mother bow and break,
learned her silence, learned her ache.
But I took her ashes—
and mixed them into paint.
paint, paint, paint…

Every scarlet letter—just a stitch in my flag.
Every chain they tried to fasten—now a thread in my rag.
Hear me now.

I wear their shame—like a crown of scarlet fire.
(turn their whispers)
into my choir.
I am not the beast they built in their psalms—
I’m the priestess—walking out of their walls.
Passion is power.
Love is my rite.
I bow to no throne—
but the gods—and my own life.

From girlhood’s quiet corners,
to streets they told me to fear—
they called me temptress, rebel,
they tried to make me disappear.
But I kissed my shadow,
till it bloomed into light.
An alchemist of sorrow,
I turned shame into sight.

Every scarlet letter—just a stitch in my flag.
Every chain they tried to fasten—now a thread in my rag.
a thread in my rag…

I wear their shame—like a crown of scarlet fire!
Turn their whispers—into my choir!
I am not the beast they built in their psalms—
I’m the priestess—walking out of their walls!
Passion is power,
Love is my rite!
I bow to no throne—
but the gods and my own life!

Call me Whore!
Call me Witch!
You’ll hear me singing!
Call me Lost!
Call me Cursed!
You’ll see me winning!
We’re the daughters of your warnings,
the prayers you can’t erase—
We’re the fire in your story,
and we’re not afraid of flames.

We wear their shame—like crowns of scarlet fire!
Turn their whispers—into our choir!
We are not the beasts—they built in their psalms—
We’re the priestesses—walking out of their walls!
Passion is power!
Love is our rite!
We bow to no throne—
but the gods—and our own life!

We kiss the shadow…
we crown the night…
Alchemists of shame—
turning curse into light.
into light… into light…

Running Out of Room

low still.