“Black Rain” is an inspired classic-rock about trust, family, and the pain that follows when those bonds are broken.
It tells the story of brothers who once stood together through every storm, and of the heartbreak that comes when one chooses betrayal over love.

The song reflects on faith, loss, and the quiet justice that time and karma can bring.
It’s not about anger — it’s about acceptance, closure, and moving forward while honoring the people who raised us with love and strength.

Black Rain (Ballard Version)

I read a lot as a child, especially fantasy stories. I remember how much I felt like the hero in those stories and how completely immersed I was in their world. It wasn't until I was an adult that my son got me back into reading fantasy stories, and after some time learning how to read them, I was able to dive back into the stories and experience another world.

When I was young, my mother read to me,
Her voice a lantern in the dark to see.
Through fairytales my restless heart would roam,
In worlds of wonder where my mind found home.

As years went on, the stories stayed with me,
I walked through realms no eye could ever see.
From dream to dream, I lived in other lands,
With friends made only by imagination’s hands.

Oh, I longed for the tales to be real,
For the worlds that I cherished to feel.
For the heroes to stand by my side,
And the magic to never subside.
But the years pulled me far from their light,
And the dreams slowly slipped from my sight.
Still the pages kept calling me then—
To the place where the stories live again.

Adulthood came, and shadows filled the day,
The worlds I loved grew quiet, slipped away.
The fantasies I held began to fade,
Replaced by all the choices life had made.

But when my children grew and reached for me,
I opened books again for them to see.
And through their eyes the magic woke once more,
A spark I thought was gone forevermore.

Now I dream like a child once again,
Walk through forests of ink with my pen.
Every tale is a door I step through,
Finding worlds that I thought I outgrew.

Oh, I longed for the tales to be real,
For the worlds that I cherished to feel.
For the heroes to stand by my side,
And the magic to never subside.
But the years pulled me far from their light,
And the dreams slowly slipped from my sight.
Still the pages kept calling me then—
To the place where the stories live again.

Now the tales rise in color and flame,
Calling softly and speaking my name.
Through my children I see what I missed,
Magic waiting in shadows and mist.
Every page is a path to the past,
Where my childhood returns at long last.
In those stories I’m living once more—
Like the dreamer I truly was before.

And when nighttime begins to descend,
I return to the worlds that don’t end.
For in stories, both old ones and new,
I remember the child I once knew.

Oh, I longed for the tales to be real,
For the worlds that I cherished to feel.
For the heroes to stand by my side,
And the magic to never subside.
But the years pulled me far from their light,
And the dreams slowly slipped from my sight.
Still the pages kept calling me then—
To the place where the stories live again,

To the place where the stories live again
And in those pages, I become whole again.

Where the Stories Live Again

20.love couldn’t wait

For whatever reason, I'm still processing the theme of "love"... and that's when the idea of ​​the wolf falling in love with the lamb came to me. Even for me, the lyrics then developed in a captivating and heartbreaking way. Even if we want to, we can't overcome our own limitations! Even if we want to love someone with all our hearts, we can't escape our nature and ultimately inflict suffering on the person we love. No matter how much we suffer because of it!

He found her on a silver dawn / a lamb with trembling breath;/
she froze beneath his shadowed form/ and feared her certain death.

But soft he spoke: “Fear not my step, / I’m not my kin of night.
I’ve loved you since I saw your face, / I’d never bring you fright.”

She doubted him for many suns; / he stayed through wind and rain.
No hunger in his quiet eyes, / no hint of primal strain.

She let her gentle caution fade / and walked beside his side;
and slowly love began to bloom— / a bond no law could guide.

They lived beneath the forest eaves, / two hearts in borrowed peace;
a wolf who fought his rising thirst, / a lamb who breathed release.
They dreamed a world where love could win / against the ancient wild,
but fate will claim what blood commands— / no love can tame the wild.

But months rolled in on colder winds, / and something stirred within;
a whisper from his older self— / the wildness of his kin.

He pushed it down with iron will, / he held her close at night;
yet every time he breathed her scent / the craving whispered “Bite.”

He loved her more than life or pack, / but love began to strain;
his nature clawed beneath his skin / and filled his chest with pain.

The lamb saw shadows in his eyes / though still he stroked her wool;
the peace they’d built began to shake— / the world grew sharp and full.

They lived beneath the forest eaves, / two hearts in borrowed peace;
a wolf who fought his rising thirst, / a lamb who breathed release.
They dreamed a world where love could win / against the ancient wild,
but fate will claim what blood commands— /no love can tame the wild.

He held her close with trembling love, / yet hunger gripped his breath;
he whispered that he’d fight it still, / but felt the pull of death.
His heart bled as his nature rose, / too fierce for him to stay;
and in his arms the darkness won— / love vanished as he preyed.

They lived beneath the forest eaves, / two hearts in fragile peace;
a wolf who fought his ancient blood, / a lamb who felt release.
They lived beneath the forest eaves, / two hearts in fragile peace;
but nature called its final claim, / and love found no release.

No more beneath the forest eaves / their fragile peace remains;
the wolf walks on with hollow eyes, / a heart devoured by pain.
He loved her more than life or pack, / yet love could not withstand
the ancient call that claimed his soul— / and left him lone, sorrow-manned. 

He wandered back through shadowed pines, / his heart a broken scar;
well-fed, yet stripped of all he loved— / he walked alone, afar.

The Wolf and the Lamb

Echoes of You

Finding My Way

Originally written as a poem when I was teenager

The Day I Fell in Love with You - Rock Ballad

Together, Me and You

What Is Love_duet - Written by Gwyneth Whitefoot

So this a cover of "Where did our love go" by Soft Cell Released on: 1996-01-01
Have peek because my version sounds nothing like this

https://youtu.be/6pGPeFdJH_E?si=jPiUH9ma7z0Yjsy2

The original is that sort of song where you can smash just about any genre at it, still I feel this song is so underrated and has that sort of click n pop beat that keeps you commin back for more, I think this song could be remixed into a real  modern day banger. 
In my version very close to the start you will hear a sound of drums, which was meant to be a heart beat play in the rhythm of battle drums, it sort of worked but I liked what I heard so kept it in the song.
Thanks for listening :)-

Where Did Our Love Go (Bozee Mix)

Born in Wiesbaden/Germany, since 2020 living in Brașov/Romania. 

Startet as kid with church organ, then came the synthesizers! Keyboarder in a rock band for twenty years...can you ever leave a band?? 

Then making music on my own, instrumental, just for fun. Never had the experience to play with lyrics...thought it to be minor...just ticking in harmonies and melodies! 

Recently detected AI...mind blowing and turned my world upside down!!! Now I'm sitting creating/writing/modifying lyrics for days!!! And the music is just minor? Not really. The combination of lyrics and music fascinates me for every song!!!

My style....is to have no style....not even stopping at the language barrier....Rock, Irish Folk, EDM, House, Meditation or Indian Folk....english, romanian, french, hindi....everything which expresses the emotional intention of the lyrics. So don't expect me to be as expected 😂. Just enjoy the different kinds of songs, funny, touchy, dynamic, weird! 

Looking always forward for your comments!

Passionate about music brought up on Country & Weston my mum was a country singer in local bands and my uncle John was in a country band  called  Wildwood  in the 70s they released a few albums .

I write songs that tell emotional stories — moments of love, loss, and hope that shape who we are, with AI.

My music is born from real experiences and feelings, then crafted with the help of creative technology. Every track begins as a story from the heart — an idea, a memory, a message — and becomes sound through collaboration with AI tools that help bring those emotions to life.

I’m not here to replace musicians — I’m here to explore how humans and technology can create something meaningful together.

🎶 Songs with soul

Thank you for listening — every play means so much.

I'm here to make music which is to do with what has happened in my life, people who I have interacted with and different experiences, that has happened as well.

New tracks tagged #Ballard