If you’re looking for a song that feels like a quiet conversation with the world, “Out Here” is for you.

This Indie Folk track is stripped down, raw, and intimate—like walking down an old dirt road with no destination, just letting the world be. It doesn’t try too hard to rhyme or follow a strict structure; instead, it flows like a stream-of-consciousness thought, mirroring the way nature offers solace without expecting anything in return.

There’s a soft melancholy to it, but also a kind of peace—like sitting by a creek, listening to the water hum while the wind moves through the trees. The melody is gentle, the words are simple but weighty, and by the time the last chorus fades, you might just feel a little lighter, a little more understood.

Perfect for anyone who needs a song that won’t ask too much—just sit with you for a while.

These verses beautifully illustrate how Jehovah’s creation can bring us comfort, help us feel at peace, and remind us of His presence.

Study the Bible for free at www.jw.org
Music and Vocals: Suno.ai
Lyrics: Fresh Virtual Reality

====[ LYRICS ]====
[Verse 1]
I went walking, no reason, just felt like moving.
Took the old dirt road past the rusted fence,
Hands in my pockets, thoughts heavy as stones,
Didn’t know what I was looking for, but I went.

[Chorus]
Out here, nobody’s asking for answers.
The trees don’t mind if I don’t have much to say.
The wind runs its fingers through the tall grass,
And I swear, for a moment, it knows my name.

[Verse 2]
Saw a river, just sitting there, doing nothing,
Still as glass ‘til a leaf touched down.
Watched the ripples move out in circles,
Took a deep breath, let my shoulders drop down.

[Chorus]
Out here, nobody’s asking for answers.
The trees don’t mind if I don’t have much to say.
The wind runs its fingers through the tall grass,
And I swear, for a moment, it knows my name.

[Bridge]
I don’t know when the world got so loud,
But the bush still hums like it always has.
There’s something about sitting on a rock,
Listening to nothing at all,
That makes the weight in my chest shift a little.

[Final Chorus]
Out here, nobody’s asking for answers.
The trees don’t mind if I don’t have much to say.
The wind moves through me like an old song,
And I swear, for a moment, I feel okay.

Out Here

Let Me Be Better Than I Was – A Song for the Heart That Still Hopes

Warm, honest, and quietly powerful, this song blends heartfelt lyrics with a soul-stirring melody that feels both intimate and uplifting. The gentle acoustic instrumentation carries a confessional tone, while the vocals deliver raw emotion without pretence—just a sincere desire to change, grow, and walk closer with Jehovah.

This is a prayer set to music. Whether you’re at a crossroads or simply trying to walk a little closer to your values, this song is a companion for reflection. It reminds us that progress doesn’t require perfection—just humility, trust, and a willingness to try again.

Listen when your heart feels heavy or hopeful. Let it lift you one step closer to who you’re meant to be.

Study the Bible for free at www.jw.org
Music and Vocals: Suno.ai
Lyrics: Fresh Virtual Reality

====[ LYRICS ]====

[Verse 1]
I’ve worn my flaws like second skin
Hid what I felt, kept it locked within  
But I’m tired of shadows, tired of shame  
I need your light to show me the way  

I spoke like I had all the answers
But silence was my only prayer  
Now I kneel, heart laid bare—  
Jehovah, are you there?  

[Chorus]
Let me be better than I was
Not just stronger, but guided by love  
Not just calm, but trusting your plan  
Not just kind, but shaped by your hand  
You see the heart beneath the scars  
Let me be better—just as I am  

[Verse 2]
I’ve wandered roads that led me home
To where your voice is soft but known  
When I was numb, still you were near  
Your mercy louder than my fear  

I’ve read your word through weary eyes
Each verse a whisper, a call to rise  
So here I am, not proud, just true—  
I want to walk each step with you  

[Chorus]
Let me be better than I was
Less of my will, more of your cause  
Let me reflect what patience can be  
Show your compassion working in me  
You see the soul I’ve tried to guard  
Let me be better—Jehovah, my God  

[Bridge]
I won’t pretend I haven’t strayed
But you forgive when I’ve confessed and prayed  
No crown, no worth of my own to boast  
Just grace enough to hold you close  

[Final Chorus]
Let me be better than I was
Lifted by undeserved love  
Let every failure become my prayer  
Every tear, a step toward care  
You’re not done with me—this I trust  
Let me be better than I was

Let Me Be Better Than I Was

When fear has its hold on you
You’ll feel it’s chill before the warmth
(Before the warmth you’ll feel the chill…)
But if you let it take hold
Hold you it will
For as long as you get comfort from its embrace
It will hold you close (hold yiu close)
And steal your will
Your will. (Your will)

Hold on
Hold on
Emergency crews reported on the scene
Repeat and repeat again
Until numbness takes control
Fly away. Let go. Never to return
To the you, you used to know

Repeat and repeat again
Until numbness takes control
Fly away. Let go. Never to return
(To the you, you used to know)

The stress kills
Calm down they say
But the pills they gave me
Take my confidence away
I want them to comfort me
And perhaps they do
But the numbness invades my every move

Hold on
Hold on
Emergency crews reported on the scene
Repeat and repeat again
Until numbness takes control
Fly away. Let go. Never to return
To the you, you used to know
When fear has its hold on you
You’ll feel it’s chill before the warmth
But if you let it take hold
Hold you it will
For as long as you get comfort from its embrace
It will hold you close
And steal your will
Steal your will
Your will
(Your will) 
(Steals you)
[fade out]

numb

What if the world’s stories came not through screens, but through songs? Sing Me the Story by Dr. Elliot Lach is a reflection on how music can be a balm, a broadcast, and a bridge—delivering news, emotion, and connection without the eye strain or overload. Inspired by mornings in the kitchen, headphones on, heart wide open.

This track invites you to imagine a world where life is narrated in melodies—not headlines.

Sing Me The Story

“A Song No One Hears” is a tender and introspective acoustic folk ballad, baroque in tone and lyrical in spirit. Set against soft fingerpicked guitar and delicate strings, it tells the story of a song meant for no one—and yet sung with quiet conviction. Melancholic yet warm, the music captures the quiet power of expression, even when unheard. It is a gentle ode to solitude, memory, and the unseen resonance of the soul.

A Song No One Hears

Thank You

**[Spoken Intro]**
“My dad served on the USS Manila Bay—a small aircraft carrier in the Pacific during World War II.
He never talked much about it…
But every Fourth of July, I used to wonder what he was remembering.”

[Verse 1]
They say it all began July the Fourth
But the vote was cast two days before
Still, we mark the date with cheers and pride
And light the sky to feel alive

[Verse 2]
Dad laid out the blanket on the high school lawn
Eisenhower Field where the sky came alive at dawn
Mom stayed home—I think the booms were too loud
But Dad sat still, quiet in the crowd

[Verse 3]
I didn’t know it then, but I wonder now—
Did those fireworks shake him somehow?
Took him back to the carrier he served that day
When a Kamikaze struck the Manila Bay

[Chorus]
It’s more than fireworks and marching bands
It’s the silence held in a working man’s hands
Not just a page or a painted sky—
It’s the stories behind every sigh
The fight for freedom never ends
It only passes to new hands

[Verse 4]
We ran barefoot while the sparklers burned
Laughing loud, too young to learn
That freedom’s price was paid in full
By names in stone, and dreams stood still

[Bridge]
They wrote “all men”—but not quite all
Some were left outside the call
Still, we gather, year by year
Trying to make that promise clear

[Chorus]
It’s more than fireworks and marching bands
It’s the silence held in a working man’s hands
Not just a page or a painted sky—
It’s the stories behind every sigh
The fight for freedom never ends
It only passes to new hands

So raise your flag, and stand up proud
But sing the truth, and sing it loud
It’s more than fireworks, beer, and cheer—
It’s the promise we still build each year
And if we dare to tell it right—
Then freedom still can shine its light

[Chorus]
It’s more than fireworks and marching bands
It’s the silence held in a working man’s hands
Not just a page or a painted sky—
It’s the stories behind every sigh
The fight for freedom never ends
It only passes to new hands

More Than Fireworks

Still Green

This song is a reflection of what Yunus Emre whispered centuries ago: that God isn't far away—He's already here, already in us. It’s about stepping off the treadmill, shedding the labels, and realizing the soul doesn’t need credentials to be whole.

I wrote this with the spirit of a quiet revolution in mind—a call to choose kindness as our default, to loosen our grip on the things we can’t carry, and to remember: we’re not apart from the divine—we’ve always been connected.

This jam version is just the start. I’d love to hear it come alive with real musicians. I hope it lands with the ones who need it, especially those close to home.

All we need… is already inside.

—Mark Cunico (marcodaddio)



[Verse 1 – laid back, fingerpicked acoustic intro]

They say God lives beyond the stars
But I’ve seen Him in a mason jar
In the quiet sigh behind my smile
In every road that ran a mile

[Instrumental Fill – slow jam, electric & acoustic weave]

[Verse 2]

You don’t need a steeple to touch the sky
Don’t need the rules they say apply
Just breathe in deep, and look inside
You’re not alone, and never were denied

[Chorus – sing-along groove]

So come, let’s all be friends for once
Lay down the fear, the fight, the fronts
Be lovers, brothers, daughters, sons
This world will pass to no one
We chase and hoard, we draw our lines
But all we need… is already inside

[repeat last line with harmony]

 All we need… is already inside.
 (fade into jam)

[Jam Section " 2–3 minutes", guitar leads, organ/pedal steel textures]

[Bridge  echo-sung]

The wind don’t care about what you own
The stars shine down on sticks and stones
You’ll never take it when you're gone
So live like you belong

[Chorus – returns with looser feel]

 Come, let’s all be friends for once
Not just in talk, but where it counts
Let kindness be our only stance
We’re just a breeze in time’s expanse
 So be the light that cuts through pride
You’ve had it all… already inside

[Final Jam repeat “Already inside” with band harmonies, solos, ambient outro]

Already inside...

Already inside...

Already inside...

Yes, Already inside...

Inside, already inside,,,,

already inside...

oh yeah, inside,,,

Inside, believe....

Already inside

This song is about my father—a humble, hardworking man who believed in honesty, family, and doing things with your own two hands. He could fix anything and never backed down from a tough job.

When I was young, he planted a sapling in our backyard. Years later, that tree grew too wide, its roots stretching into the neighbors’ yards, so he cut it down himself—just like he handled everything else in life. But what he did next says everything about who he was… he saved the wood from that tree and used it to build nativity stables for our family, carving them by hand with patience and care. We still set those stables out every Christmas.

That’s the kind of man he was—turning every challenge into something meaningful, always leaving behind more than he took.
I’m proud of this song, and even prouder of the man it’s about.

Dad was an electrician by trade
But could fix just about anything
Never took his car to no mechanic
Washer, dryer, roof he could handle it
He planted a sapling when I was small
Years later, it grew too wide and tall
The roots stretched out to the neighbors' side
So he cut it down said That's just life

Built little wooden stables with patient hands
Nativity scenes that still proudly stand
Every December, we set them out
Little wooden stables he was proud about

He was strict, but always fair
Forgiving, with a steady stare
That quiet humor, dry and true
Long, lean hands always knew what to do

Those hands built more than fences and walls
They carried this family through it all
Every scar, every line, every worn-down place
They were the reason I always felt safe
I see him now in the things I've done
I was shaped by the hands of my father's love

Dad always said, Be the ant, son don't live like the grasshopper
Tomorrow never comes, so don't count on later
He wasn't after more, just worked with pride
Always honest and humble, with nothing to hide

I see those same roads under my shoes
Still trying to live by the way he'd choose

Those hands built more than fences and walls
They carried this family through it all
Every scar, every line, every worn-down place
They were the reason I always felt safe
I see him now in the things I've done
I was shaped by the hands of my father's love

I sat by his side through those quiet nights
He still cracked his jokes, still held on tight
He'd say, Go home, son, be with your own
Didn't want me there when he left alone

That call came from Sis just hours after I left
He wanted to be alone when he took his last breath

Those hands built more than fences and walls
They carried this family through it all
Every scar, every line, every worn-down place
They were the reason I always felt safe
I see him now in the things I've done
In honest work and the man I've become
I was shaped by the hands of my father's love

Yeah
I was shaped by his honest hands

The Hands of My Fathers Love

We only have one world and we must take care of it.

No Way Out

Mark & Wendy Cunico:  marcodaddio Creations

Songwriters blending Blues, Rock, Soul, Folk, Gospel, Country & Pop.   Telling real stories through AI-powered music.

Already inside

marcodaddio (Mark Cunico)

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