In the concrete jungle
Where the air is thick
I'm longing for a breath
A breath that sticks
I need a hit of nature

Where the air is pure
Gonna leave this chaos
Find a place to endure

I'm aching for the mountains

Breathe
Let the clean air fill my lungs
Gonna find my peace
Where my heart truly belongs

Breathe
Let the clean air fill my lungs
Gonna find my peace
Where my heart truly belongs

Gonna find my solemn soul
Gonna find my solemn soul
Gonna find my solemn soul
Gonna find my solemn soul

Breathe

Know that life,
is not a game.

Know how fast,
 things can change.

Know that this,
could be the last.

Know that nothing,
Ever stays the same.

[Chorus]
Hold on Babe, you never know.
Feel this joy, with me tonight.
Hold on tight, right by my side
Make Each Memory Last.

[Break]

Know that life,
is not a game.

Know how fast,
 things can change.

Know that this,
could be the last.

Know that nothing,
Ever stays the same.

[Chorus]
Hold on Babe, you never know.
Feel this joy, with me tonight.
Hold on tight, right by my side
Make Each Memory Last.

Make Things Last

There's a sound, that reminds me,
To take things, as they come, 
In the blink, of, an eye it's all gone.

But let's stay here and build this life, just you and me.

Under the neon lights, we find our way,
guided by memories of brighter days.

What brought us here,
was more than chance.

A feeling safe and warm, 

As we dance.

Hold on to me, my love, for this ride,
Through the twists and turns, side by side,
We'll paint our story in skies above, yeah.

And our love will last for life.

The city streets, hum, with secrets untold,
Yet our love, shines bright, a beacon of gold,
In the quiet moments, when the world fades,
I find peace, in your arms, 
where love cascades.

In Your Arms

A nod to the culture that cultivated a community of Peace, Love, Unity, and Respect. <3

Old School

Colliding into you here,
didn't know what i was in for,
blinded by the sway,
in your step,
come on over here baby,

whisper in my ear, that you'll save me.

Gimme, Chills up my neck,
hold my hand,
 we may never get back,

let's make a break.

Never Get Back

Fallen Oak

Derived from “opus,” to be one's own Creator. 
Kraft Your Universe.

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