Who Knows


She got the rays of the sun on her hair
She got the sea in her eyes
I saw her standing aside and sing

She does the watching and the thinking 
Her sister does the talking and the flirting 
She’s the big sister you know

She once said she’s tired to be poor
But nobody does the home chores
And the home rent is never too low

Hit the road with Hope
Maybe one day we’ll meet in Europe
And drink a cup of coffee in Rome
Who knows?
Who knows 
Who knows

Saturday morning at the market 
She broadcast it on the internet 
A bandana on her head summer never ends

She takes a bath clothed in the river
She spends the evening at the karaoke 
Singing song after song with her sister 



She does the watching and the thinking 
Her sister does the talking and the flirting 
She’s the big sister you know

Hit the road with Hope
Maybe one day we’ll meet in Europe
And drink a cup of coffee in Rome
Who knows?
Who knows 
Who knows

(Wooo)

Hit the road with Hope
Maybe one day we’ll meet in Europe
And drink a cup of coffee in Rome
Who knows?
Who knows 
Who knows

Who knows

You know

You know

Who Knows

[Verse 1]
I’ve seen the skies wear every hue,
But none as bright as me and you.
You walked in like a quiet flame,
And suddenly, I felt my name.

[Pre-Chorus]
You don't have to try, you just exist...
And somehow every wound forgets.

[Chorus]
You are the calm in all my storms,
The gentle light that keeps me warm.
You're laughter when my world turns gray,
A place to rest, a better day.
You're every hope I never knew,
Only you... always you.

[Verse 2]
You don’t fix me; you let me grow,
You see the parts I never show.
And in your eyes, I find my truth,
The kind of love that feels like proof.

[Pre-Chorus]
When I fall short or drift away,
You’re the voice that makes me stay.

[Chorus]
You are the calm in all my storms,
The gentle light that keeps me warm.
You're laughter when my world turns gray,
A place to rest, a better day.
You're every hope I never knew,
Only you... always you.

[Bridge]
And I would choose you in every life,
In every song, through joy or strife.
No matter where this road will wind,
With you, I’m home; I’m safe, I’m fine.

[Chorus]
You are the calm in all my storms,
The gentle light that keeps me warm.
You're laughter when my world turns gray,
A place to rest, a better day.
You're every dream that I hold true,
Only you... always you.

Only You

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Let There Be Light

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A Call and a Dandelion

A soft piano opens, weaving delicate melodies that evoke vulnerability. Gradually, drums and soaring synths join, creating an uplifting anthem

I ve heard your dreams

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To know love
through
the boundaries of time
What is the point?
Is it up to me
to anoint?
My shared purpose
with the world 
and beyond.
Please guide my
actions today.

As I watch villages
Being bombed.
How am I supposed
To respond?
To see rhetoric spewed
at the others.
How and when
Did we forget
They are our brothers.

Only an instant
does the world endure.

Will I make it holy?
To begin here and now
or cautious and slowly?

Is it mine to make?
Or do I just take and take?

This tiny instant
full of wonder and mystery
sitting front and center
or on the periphery.

Is it full of pain
For the world to endure?
Or is it happy and free
Just waiting for me/

It is my choice to see
As the world endures.
This holy instant
so simple and pure
In truth is it
right now
Showing me how.

Make It Holy

A quiet, cinematic folk piece built around the question of what a poppy’s colour truly means. Gentle strings and acoustic tones carry a poem of memory, sacrifice, and the weight we still carry. A reflection on war, loss, and the colours we choose to hold. Lets not fight over the colour !!

THE COLOUR OF A POPPY

“When I Feel Small” is a deeply intimate song about the return of old inner voices — and the courage to stay present when they appear.

It explores the moments when self-doubt resurfaces, not as a failure, but as part of a healing process.
The song opens with harsh, familiar whispers:
voices that question worth, strength, and identity.
They are echoes from the past — learned judgments that once shaped survival, but now challenge growth.

Instead of fighting these voices, the narrator listens — and recognizes them for what they are:
not truth, but memory.
Not reality, but repetition.

The chorus delivers the core insight:
feeling small does not mean being lost.
It means turning inward, learning oneself anew, and allowing vulnerability to become a source of strength.

In the second verse, the song names a powerful realization:
smallness was learned — it was never the truth.
What once felt like weakness was a role shaped by pressure, not by identity.
The bridge marks a decisive shift.
The old self resists, afraid of losing control, demanding silence and submission.
But the new self rises — calm, clear, and grounded — and claims self-knowledge as power.

By the final chorus, “When I Feel Small” becomes an act of self-rescue.
The narrator chooses to hold himself, give himself space, and define his future on his own terms.
This song doesn’t deny pain or doubt.
It reframes them as signs of growth.

“When I Feel Small” is a quiet anthem of self-compassion —
a reminder that becoming whole often begins in the moments when we feel most fragile.

When I Fell Small

Ich schreibe, was ich denke, fühle und erlebe. Schreiben hilft mir, Erinnerungen einzuordnen und ihnen Klarheit zu geben. Wenn Gefühle eine Melodie bekommen, entsteht etwas Wunderbares – eine Botschaft, die direkt ins Herz geht.

Für mich ist es ein Ausgleich, ein Stück Selbsttherapie. Die Texte sind ehrlich und frisch aus dem Herzen. Und wenn ich damit jemanden berühre, der genauso fühlt wie ich, freut es mich umso mehr.

Da ich selbst nicht gut singen kann, nutze ich KI für die Melodie und die Stimme. Ich bin dankbar für diese Möglichkeit, meinen Gefühlen Ausdruck zu verleihen.

Viel Freude beim Hören 🥰

Gruß, Marco Memory

PS: Ehrliche Kommentare sind willkommen – aber bitte keine Angebote, ich kaufe nichts.



I write what I think, feel, and experience. Writing helps me sort out memories and bring them clarity. When feelings find a melody, something wonderful is created – a message that speaks straight to the heart.

For me, it’s a balance, a bit of self-therapy. The lyrics are honest and straight from the heart. And if they touch someone who feels the same way I do, it makes me even happier.

Since I can’t sing well myself, I use AI for the melody and voice. I’m grateful for this opportunity to give my feelings a voice.

Enjoy listening 🥰

Best, Marco Memory

PS: Honest comments are always welcome – but please no offers, I’m not looking to buy anything.

A Call and a Dandelion

Marco Memory

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