"Touched by an Angel" is a soul-deep country ballad about love, loss, and the healing power of something greater. It tells the story of a broken man finding unexpected peace through the presence of someone heaven-sent—whether it’s a woman, a memory, or a miracle. With raw vulnerability and a voice that cracks like old timber, this song is a prayer wrapped in melody. It’s not just about being saved—it’s about being seen, forgiven, and given one more shot at life. Grit, grace, and a touch of the divine ride every note."

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I grew up learning what it meant to gamble with pain, with scars, with survival. But as I got older, I realized the biggest gamble wasn’t with cards or whiskey bottles — it was with faith. Every day we sin, we take life for granted, we bluff like we’ve got control, when truth is we’re putting our souls on the line against a table we’ll never beat.

When I sat down to write The Gambler, I wanted to take the heart of Kenny Rogers’ story and flip it into a warning about eternity. That night on Calvary wasn’t just history — it was the moment the game changed forever. Jesus put it all on the table, and the price was His life. And still, too many of us play with that sacrifice like it’s just another hand to risk.

This song is my reminder — and my confession. I’m Will Thiery, a combat veteran, a man who’s fallen more times than I can count, and a man who knows the cost of gambling with God. I’ve seen death, I’ve felt the weight of sin, and I’ve learned the hard way that you can’t outbid the blood in His vein.

The Gambler isn’t just a song — it’s a warning and a testimony. If you gamble on faith, you’ll always lose. The only way to win is to lay your cards down at the foot of the cross.

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“All American” was born out of the dirt, blood, and brotherhood that define what it really means to serve, to fight, and to come home changed. This song isn’t about politics or headlines—it’s about heart. It’s about the men and women who carried a flag on their shoulder and the weight of the world in their soul.

Will wrote “All American” as a declaration of identity—a reminder that being American isn’t a label; it’s a legacy. It’s the sound of boots hitting foreign soil, of a mother’s prayer whispered into the night, of a folded flag handed to trembling hands. It’s pride, pain, and perseverance all wrapped into one heartbeat that refuses to quit.

The lyrics came from real experiences—watching friends fall, carrying their memories home, and seeing a country sometimes forget the cost of its own freedom. Will poured every scar and ounce of grit into the song, making sure every line felt lived, not written.

The chorus is the rally cry of the I’m Living Proof Nation—the veterans, the first responders, the blue-collar workers, and the everyday Americans who still believe in God, country, and each other. It’s an anthem for those who don’t back down, who keep their word, and who understand that freedom isn’t free—it’s earned, protected, and carried forward by those willing to bleed for it.

“All American” isn’t just a song—it’s a statement. It’s a salute to the forgotten, a promise to the fallen, and a war cry for unity in a divided world. Will wrote it so that when the flag waves and the crowd sings along, everyone who’s ever served, sacrificed, or stood for something greater than themselves will know: their story is still being told.


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We’re done being silent.
We’re done being divided.
This is our stand.
This is We the People. 🇺🇸🔥

Backstory: “We the People” by Will Thiery

“We the People” was written as a battle cry for every American who’s had enough of division, corruption, and silence. It’s not red or blue—it’s red, white, and blue. The song came straight from the fire burning inside Will’s chest as he watched the country he fought for being torn apart by greed, censorship, and fear.

This isn’t a political anthem—it’s a patriotic rebellion. It’s for the ones who still stand when the flag is raised, who still bow their heads in prayer, and who still believe that the Constitution is not a suggestion—it’s a promise.

Will wrote it for the factory worker, the farmer, the soldier, the nurse pulling doubles, and every forgotten soul who feels like their voice doesn’t matter anymore. “We the People” reminds them that we hold the power—not the politicians, not the media, and not the systems that profit off our pain.

Every lyric was carved from frustration, pride, and faith. It’s the sound of millions waking up and saying, “You don’t speak for us anymore.” It’s the same heartbeat that built this nation—loud, fearless, and unbreakable.

The chorus explodes like a rally at sunrise—calling Americans back to their roots, back to unity, and back to truth. It’s a line in the sand, declaring that freedom still belongs to those brave enough to defend it.

“We the People” is more than a song—it’s a statement of defiance and hope. It’s Will Thiery’s voice standing shoulder to shoulder with every man and woman who refuses to bow. Because in the end, this nation wasn’t built by politicians or corporations—it was built by We the People.


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This song was born straight out of Isaiah 6:8 — that moment when the prophet stood broken before God, lips burned clean by holy fire, and still answered the call: “Here am I, send me.” For me, this scripture wasn’t just words on a page. It became the battle cry of my own scars, my own survival.

I’ve been the man with a gun in my mouth, the veteran carrying 22 names too many, the son of an abusive home, the Marine who carried war home in silence. I’ve been silenced by shame, chained by stigma, crushed under the weight of depression and PTSD. And yet—through every dark night—God kept breathing life back into my lungs. He never left.

SEND ME is not just a worship song—it’s a war cry. It’s for the veteran staring at the rope, the addict alone with the needle, the mother crying in silence, the first responder who saves everyone but themselves. This is the sound of me saying to God: “Use me. Break me open. Send me into the fire if it means one life gets pulled back from the edge.”

This song carries the mission that Will Thiery Music was built on: raw, real, unafraid, and unapologetic. It tears the gag off stigma, it punches back at the silence, and it stands in the gap for the broken. The same way Isaiah said yes when God asked who would go, this is my yes—for Christ, for veterans, for every soul fighting to stay another day.

SEND ME is scars turned into purpose. It’s pain turned into testimony. It’s not about polished words—it’s about a raw voice shouting into the dark: “You will not be forgotten. You will not be silenced. As long as I breathe, I’ll carry the cross and the truth.”

This song isn’t just mine—it belongs to everyone who hears God whisper through the storm and still dares to answer: SEND ME.

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This song was born out of betrayal — not the kind that fades with time, but the kind that cuts through bone and leaves a permanent scar on trust itself. “No Weight In Your Word” came from a moment when promises turned to dust, when someone’s “I swear” and “I got you” became empty noise.

It’s about the kind of pain that comes when you finally realize someone’s word — their supposed truth, their loyalty, their love — was just a weapon dressed up as comfort. Will wrote it after years of watching people talk about loyalty, faith, and love like they were cheap currency, spending them carelessly while others paid the cost in blood, faith, and heartbreak.

Every line in this song carries the weight those people refused to. It’s not just about being lied to — it’s about what happens after. The silence that follows. The rebuilding of walls. The moment you start keeping receipts of every “I promise” you ever believed.

Will said once, “Words used to mean something. Now people trade them for likes and applause. This song is for everyone who’s ever been left bleeding by someone who swore they’d never walk away.”

At its core, “No Weight In Your Word” isn’t just a breakup song — it’s a declaration. It’s the moment when you stop letting empty talk define your worth, and you finally learn to believe actions over speeches.

The fire in this track burns through deception, leaving only truth behind — raw, blistered, and real.

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“Backwoods Creed” was born from the dirt roads and dawn fog of Michigan — a state where faith, family, and freedom are still sacred. Will Thiery wrote it as a tribute to the hunters, fishermen, and small-town souls who live close to the land and thank God for every sunrise.

The song isn’t about showing off trophies; it’s about living by a code — one built on work, worship, and wild places. It’s the hum of a John Deere at dawn, the cold creek against your boots, and the feeling of belonging to something older than time. The lyrics carry the spirit of every backwoods boy and girl who knows that peace isn’t found in the noise, but in the quiet breath before daylight breaks.

“Backwoods Creed” stands as both an anthem and a promise — that no matter how far life takes you, you never lose the dirt under your nails or the faith in your heart. It’s Michigan’s heartbeat set to music — a call to stay true, stay humble, and always give thanks for the simple blessings that make life whole.

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This song was born out of the chaos of division — the kind that blinds people to what America already is. Will Thiery stood in the streets, boots on the ground, when the “No Kings” movement came waving their signs and screaming about oppression that doesn’t exist. They said they were against “kings,” but what they really meant was against America itself. Against structure. Against truth. Against the blood and sacrifice that built this nation.

Thiery looked around and thought, “We fought a revolution 250 years ago so no man would ever rule us again. We don’t bow to crowns — we stand as free men and women under God.”

That moment lit a fuse.

“NO CROWNS HERE” isn’t just a protest song — it’s a statement of identity. It calls out the fake revolutions and political noise of today’s woke circus. It tears through the lies of DEI politics, the victim mindset, and the media-driven narrative that America’s broken. It says, “We’re still the greatest damn nation on Earth — we’ve just got too many people forgetting what freedom costs.”

This song defends that flag. It defends the Constitution. It defends the truth that in this land, there are no kings and queens — only Americans.

It’s the voice of the working man, the veteran, the mother raising her kids with grit, the ones who believe in God, country, and doing what’s right — not what’s “trending.”

When the chorus drops, it’s not just music — it’s a war cry:
 “We don’t kneel to crowns we never wore — this land’s already free.”
This is for the ones tired of lies, labels, and agendas. For the patriots who still stand tall and proud when the flag waves high.
This isn’t a rebellion — it’s a reminder.
We are the people. There are no kings here.

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This song was born from the voices that once whispered “help” behind closed doors — the ones who learned that silence is the abuser’s greatest weapon. “Risen Survivors” isn’t just a song; it’s a resurrection. It’s the story of every man, woman, and child who lived in fear so long they forgot what peace sounded like — until the night they said no more.

I wrote this from the raw stories  and testimonials of survivors who walked through hell and came out swinging. It’s for the mother who hid her bruises behind makeup, the father who was told “men can’t be victims,” the child who prayed the fighting would stop — and the ones who never made it out. It’s for every broken soul who finally realized the fear of staying was worse than the fear of leaving.

This song stands as a mirror and a megaphone — reflecting pain, then amplifying strength. It’s what happens when victims become warriors, when silence becomes a roar, when ashes turn into armor. It’s not about pity; it’s about power. The line that defines the heart of this song is simple:
“We are no longer silent. We are Risen Survivors.”

Each verse will tell the story of the journey — from trapped, to terrified, to defiant, to free. The choruses explode with unity and strength — a rally cry for every survivor still fighting to breathe. The bridge is that moment of awakening, the spark when they finally run toward the light. The outro will slam the door shut with freedom — driving off, never looking back, because there’s nothing left in the rearview.

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SoundCloud tried to silence my song We Are Charlie Kirkets take it to the top. you can also find all my music on FB, TT All music platforms including YouTube. SoundCloud is a WOKE DEI SOCIALIST POS PLATFORM.  

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This song was born out of the kind of heartbreak nobody talks about — the heartbreak that doesn’t come from cheating, screaming, or one big dramatic betrayal. It comes from the smaller cuts… the slow ones. The kind that bleed a little every day until you finally realize you’re dying from someone who never had the courage to love you all the way or let you go clean.

“Don’t Break Me Slow” came from watching how people leave long before they walk out the door.
How love doesn’t end with a slammed truck door or a packed suitcase — it ends with hesitation, with “maybes,” with someone who holds your hand but won’t hold your future. It’s the kind of pain that’s quiet, but it’ll hollow you out if you let it.

I wrote this song for every woman who ever begged herself to stay in a love that wasn’t loving her back.
For every person who sat through:

The mixed signals
The half-hearted apologies
The “I just need time” speeches

The nights alone next to somebody who was already slipping away

This isn’t a revenge song.
It’s not about anger.
It’s about clarity — the kind that hits like a punch when you finally realize you’ve been living on crumbs while calling it a meal.

“Don’t Break Me Slow” is the moment someone stands up and says:

“If you’re leaving, be man enough to go.
Don’t drag me through a heartbreak you already decided on.”

It honors the strength it takes to choose your own heart… even when it’s breaking.

This song is for the ones who gave everything they had, only to get half a heart in return.
It’s for the women who finally chose themselves.
It’s for the people who spent years holding on to someone they should’ve let go the first time they felt that ache in their chest.

This is a love letter to the bruised.
A goodbye letter to the uncertain.
And a reminder that peace comes the moment you stop begging somebody to stay who was never meant to be yours.

“Don’t Break Me Slow” is a story about reclaiming your worth…
one painful truth at a time.

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Hey Y'all Im Will Thiery. I was born and raised in small USA town of 2500. Just a small town country boy. I love writing songs, poetry playing the guitar, riding my Harley, bonfires, hunting and fishing. I'm A Ret. Combat Wounded Marine. I was injured during Desert Shield & Desert Storm. Two Grade 3 concussions, causing a TBI, cPTSD & more. I came to find out in 2007 that I have been suffering in silence with a much bigger issue than the brain injury & all the other injuries combined. Something I held, deep rooted in my heart & soul. Only through my writing poetry, journaling, & song writing was I able to confront the deeper demons that were holding me down in a very dark place. As I wrote more I slowly began to understand what was really going on in my mind, heart and soul. I was suffering from a deap rooted MORAL INJURY. Honestly not 1 but 2. I was ashamed because I felt like I was weak, I'd gone soft and just needed to suck it up.  Through my writing I began to realize I wasn't soft, I wasn't weak I was honestly BROKEN. My story isn't unique really. I was lost and ashamed so in 2008 My 1st unsuccessful attempt at taking my own life. My 2nd attempt was in 2009 after I lost my wife of 15 years at the age of 39 to kidney failure. This time I was successful but the good Lord put the right emergency personel, Dr's and medical team that brought me back after 13 minutes. I felt alone, I felt like a burden, unworthy. But then like always I started writing again. IT SAVED MY LIFE more times than any Dr. could. I had a busted faith in God, I was angry he let me live. I still struggle with my faith today. I still struggle with the MORAL INJURIES but this time I'M NOT ALONE IN THE FIGHT. What I'm trying to say is WE ARE NEVER ALONE IN THE FIGHT. Even when we feel their is absolutely no other way to end the pain. There is a way. Putting your story, feelings and thoughts on paper will truly is a way to heal. My music, lyrics tell many stories of a life that was out of balance. Writing put that balance in a much more manageable state. I won't lie, it's not the tool in the box. But for me, it's the biggest and it's my goto. 

So please if you suffer from trauma, depression, anxiety or any other mental health conditions know you don't have to suffer in silence. Talk to someone who you trust. Allow them to understand. Remember this....
"If you can't see the brighter side, Then I will sit with you in the dark". If your feeling as if you have no other options please PAUSE, THEN DIAL 988 and talk to someone. You don't have to FIGHT ALONE LIKE I DID FOR OVER 25 YEARS. 

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