hollow like me

I'm On My Knees

Wrap Me In Twilight

Imagine l’attente, le frisson, la douceur d’un regard qui apaise..
Chaque mot, chaque note raconte la magie d’un simple moment à deux..
Une histoire d’amour qui se vit dans les silences autant que dans les sourires..
Une chanson qui caresse le cœur, comme un matin tendre ou une nuit étoilée..

Avec toi 🎶

Verse 1]
Floating high above the fire,
through the golden, endless haze.
Found a ghost in drifting silence,
[ drop] [ bridge]
lost within the Venušian maze.

Ancient letters, torn and trembling,
whisper stories to the sky.
[ bridge]
Empty walls and fading echoes,
[ bridge]
voices of a time gone by.

⸻[ instrumental intermezzo, dark synths and electric clear sharp slow blues like guitar solo ]

[Chorus]
Don’t destroy the Mother,
[ bridge]
don’t forsake your only sky.
Don’t forget the breathing gardens,
[ bridge]
where the rivers learned to cry.

Whisper of the Mother,
through the storms that tear and fall.
Hold the Earth within your memory,
[ bridge]
or you will lose it all.

⸻

[Verse 2]
Crumbled dreams in broken chambers,
silent warnings stitched in light.
We replay the lost recordings,
[ bridge] [ drop ]
seeking meaning through the night.

Golden ashes swirl around us,
calling back what we once knew.
[ bridge]
Every heartbeat is a promise,
every breath belongs to you.

⸻

[Chorus]
Don’t destroy the Mother,
don’t forsake your only sky.
[ bridge]
Don’t forget the breathing gardens,
[ bridge]
where the rivers learned to cry.

Whisper of the Mother,
through the storms that tear and fall.
Hold the Earth within your memory,
[ bridge]
or you will lose it all.

⸻

[Outro] ([ instrumental , synths , piano, guitar , whispering ]
Whisper…
Whisper of the Mother…
[ bridge]
Drift across the stars…
[ bridge]
Remember who you are.

mothership story

“She healed me when I couldn’t rest.”

What they say about her song:
“A lullaby for the unseen — where fur, memory and grief become light.”

A cat made of silence.
A brother made of stars.

One pulled poison from the skin.
The other stood in the dark, watching her bleed sound into song.

This is the story of what remains when everyone is gone —
the girl, the scars, the breathless fur still warm at night.

She came with claws but slept like a child.
She vanished with the fox,
and never once asked for more than music and pain.

Now she rests in the gravity of a boy who saw everything.

Together, they orbit the girl who sings.
Together, they remember.
Together, they are the reason she dares to keep breathing.

Luna is with Tom now.

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All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 Mina Mirage – All rights reserved.

Luna Is with Tom Now (Luna, My Healer)

A dreamy blues rock song. I hope you like it!

Lyrics © Señor Barends

In my dreams the world is wide 
In my dreams my tears have dried
In my dreams it all makes sense  
When feelings rise up so intense  

There’s nothing to fear when you can fly  
Away from it all, up in the sky  
The sun and moon are my guides
Freedom waits where the spirit glides  

What does it mean when you're being chased?  
Is it some dark fear you once faced?  
The streets in my head, they twist and fold  
The fear’s not young, it’s ancient, it's cold  

There’s nothing to fear when you can fly  
Away from it all, up in the sky  
Every chain that bites can fade behind  
Every sign points to what you’ll find  

"The chase dissolves, the mirror cracks,  
You breathe through the breaks, no turning back"  

There’s nothing to fear when you can fly  
Rising above through the endless sky  
Now I understand, the higher I climb 
The answers were inside, all this time 

No more chains to chase tonight  
Just endless flight, just endless flight

In My Dreams The World Is Wide

NORTH at the Arena

Miles Between Us

Text:
Verse 1
In the shadows of forgotten fields
They plant the white petals of our fears.
A golden bloom for a dollar’s yield —
But what grows rich is not always deer.

They say it’s tradition, they call it survival,
A trade spun from broken trust.
But under the moons and the desert’s rival,
It’s the blood of dreams turning into dust.

Pre-Chorus
Eimer, Blech, Trommeln im Wind —
die Erde weint, doch sie bleibt blind.
Shaker zittert, die Triangel klingt,
während jemand sein Reich in der Dämmerung ringt.

Chorus
Opium kingdoms — built on pain,
Empires made from our tears and rain.
They sell nightmares, they buy our sighs —
while innocent souls pay the price.
Opium kingdoms — who holds the crown?
While the fields bloom red, the poor drown.

(solo)

Verse 2
From Kabul roads to distant shores,
the wealth of sorrow flows disguised.
A hidden war, in silent scores,
where power feeds and truth dies.

We’re shaking hands and breaking hearts,
while the poppy’s promise clouds the sky.
The rich get richer, but who imparts
the cost of each winded lullaby?

Bridge (mit Frauen-Chor, sacraler Klang)
Oh, in the haze of the rising sun,
hear the whisper of souls undone.
Triangel rings, the drums remain,
for every seed sown in blood and pain.

(solo)

Final Chorus
Opium kingdoms – built on pain,
Empires made from our tears and rain.
They whisper "peace" with a poisoned tongue,
while the future bleeds, and the bells are hung.
Opium kingdoms — who holds the crown?
In the fields of sorrow, the innocent drown.

Outro (tiefer Rap-Stimme + Chor)
We see you, in the petals of greed.
We pray for the day when your harvest is seed —
seed for a better tomorrow, not a richer sorrow.

Opium Kingdoms

Hopelessly Divided” is an introspective alternative-rock anthem that dives into the inner battlefield where doubt, identity, and longing collide. The song captures the experience of feeling torn between opposing worlds—between who you were and who you’re becoming, between the pull of comfort and the call of truth, between the heaviness of the past and the hope of something greater ahead.

It opens with a cinematic sense of conflict as the narrator describes two worlds clashing inside the mind. This tension sets the emotional foundation: a life lived in the gap between love and loss, right and wrong, truth and deceit. The verses are raw and personal, exploring emotional confusion and the quiet chaos that comes with struggling to make sense of your own heart.

The pre-chorus reveals a lifetime spent hiding pain beneath the surface, masking wounds with silence, and carrying battles that no one else can see. The confession, “I can’t seem to find my way,” becomes a moment of vulnerability that pulls the listener deeper into the story.

The chorus is the emotional core of the song—an echoing cry from the center of inner conflict. With the repeated refrain “I’m hopelessly divided” and “Endlessly divided,” it captures the weight of living between worlds, suspended in the tension of choosing what brings life over what slowly drains it. The language bridges the spiritual and the emotional, grounding the struggle in both reality and yearning.

As the song progresses, the second verse intensifies the internal war. Every step feels like a battle against old wounds, old lies, and the version of oneself that no longer fits. The imagery of drowning in one’s own mind paints a vivid picture of emotional overwhelm and the fight to rise above it.

The bridge marks a turning point—a moment of honest questioning and spiritual searching. The lyrics ask whether freedom is possible, whether a brighter path exists beyond the darkness. It’s the first flicker of hope, a reaching upward toward something greater than the turmoil within.

Finally, the outro provides the resolution that the entire song builds toward. The shift from “Hopelessly divided” to “Hopelessly united” signals transformation, healing, and clarity. The narrator is no longer torn, no longer wandering in confusion. The Light—symbolic of truth, faith, purpose, or divine guidance—becomes the path forward. Where there was inner fracture, there is now spiritual alignment. Where there was endless division, there is now endless guidance.

“Hopelessly Divided” is a journey from struggle to surrender, from inner chaos to spiritual clarity. It’s for anyone who has wrestled with identity, purpose, and truth—and finally found peace in the Light that leads them home.

Hopelessly Divided

Music now is my passion, I use the tools to create music with lyrics I wrote which I feel happy while listening to it and I am happier while someone become happy while listening to it.

Miles Between Us

Moustafa Omar