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Let Love Flow Again by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
I see the tears you’ve cried, feel the weight upon your heart, It’s not easy breaking free, when your world’s been torn apart. But listen to the music, let it guide you through the night, Find the strength within you, let your spirit take flight.

 I know you're heartbroken, feeling lost and torn apart, But girl, your strength is shining, let the music mend your heart. With every beat, you'll find your way, and dance through all the pain, Embrace the rhythm, feel the joy, and let love flow again.
let love flow again. let love flow again.
The memories haunt you, shadows whisper in your mind, But you’re stronger than you know, leave the darkness far behind. Close the door on sorrow, tear up the page of grief, Let the rhythm heal you, find in dance your sweet relief.

I know you're heartbroken, feeling lost and torn apart, But girl, your strength is shining, let the music mend your heart. With every beat, you'll find your way, and dance through all the pain, Embrace the rhythm, feel the joy, and let love flow again.
let love flow again. let love flow again
 Your story’s just begun, the future’s bright and true, Rise above the past, let your spirit break through. Not him, baby, you’re through, you’re through, Take that star-lit path, and shine in all you do.

you're luminous, let radiance be your guide, 
In harmonies and symphonies, let your spirit override.
 tribulations dissipate, exultation fills your soul,
 With every rhythm and cadence, you'll become whole

 I know you're heartbroken, feeling lost and torn apart, But girl, your strength is shining, let the music mend your heart. With every beat, you'll find your way, and dance through all the pain, Embrace the rhythm, feel the joy, and let love flow again.
let love flow again. let love flow again
Your story’s just begun, the future’s bright and true, Rise above the past, let your spirit break through. Not him, baby, you’re through, you’re through, Take that star-lit path, and shine in all you do.

you're luminous, let radiance be your guide, 
In harmonies and symphonies, let your spirit override.
 tribulations dissipate, exultation fills your soul,
 With every rhythm and cadence, you'll become whole

 I know you're heartbroken, feeling lost and torn apart, But girl, your strength is shining, let the music mend your heart. With every beat, you'll find your way, and dance through all the pain, Embrace the rhythm, feel the joy, and let love flow again.

Link to more of our Singer/songwriter style hits you can cover into fame because of your take!
https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/best-new-folk-americana?si=04e0155163644977b37cf8c0a04f3c53&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

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Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
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Let Love Flow Again by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

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