In the morning, 
I’d wake and walk out,
Into the garden
To let you out,
My warm toast.

There’s a sunbeam on the bed,
Where you would lie your head,
But you’re not there.
My warm toast.

And I walk around the silent house,
No click of paws,
No quiet loyal friend,
Shadows me,
Just cold echos haunting me.

On walks, no tail scouts ahead,
Checks for traps,
Sniffs the trees,
Looks for squirrels,
There’s only me.

But you are still there,
Like a memory,
Like a ghost,
Like a habit,
The warm smell of toast.

Gone, but not forgotten,
Your warm head on my lap,
Your twitch while you sleep,
Your yip in your dreams.

Now you are at rest,
Dear friend, Asleep,
At peace,
And I am alone,
Without you.

I am alone.
But you still linger in the air,
Though you’re not there,
My warm toast,
My warm toast.

My Warm Toast

"Beau", also known as "I'll Never Forget a Dog Named Beau", is a poem written by American film and stage actor James Stewart.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beau_(poem)

He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.

When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.

Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.

He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.

He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.
Suffice to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.

And on the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.

And, he'd charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.

But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
To follow him where he was bound.

We're early-to-bedders at our house -- I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.
He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,

And I'd give him one for a while.
And he'd push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd dig it out with a smile.
But before very long He'd tire of the ball

And he'd be asleep in his corner In no time at all.
And there were nights when I'd feel him Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.

And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.

And sometimes I'd feel him sigh and I think I know the reason why.
He'd wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.

And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.

And there are nights when I think I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,

But he's not there.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.

I’ll Never Forget A Dog Named Beau

A classic love song unfolds with piano and soft strings, underpinned by delicate acoustic guitar, Gentle male vocals glide over each verse, The arrangement swells subtly in the chorus with warm harmonies, while understated percussion and tasteful brass colour the final refrain.

TIME

[Verse 1]
It's been so long since I've been on my own
I've always known this time would come
So now I've got to sit down and plan the rest of my life
It's time to change this, we've waited so long

[Chorus]
Everybody needs a little time
Everybody needs a little space in their life
Our time has come, we must face the truth
We are going nowhere fast, we've suffocated all our past
We all need some room
Everybody needs a little room

[Verse 2]
I'm not saying, I don't love you no more
And I'm not saying that I don't care
But if we go back, I've got to be sure
Cause I don't want to go through this again, my lady

[Chorus]
Everybody needs a little time
Everybody needs a little space in their life
Our time has come, we must face the truth
We are going nowhere fast, we've suffocated all our past
We all need some room
Everybody needs a little room

[Bridge]
The journey home is so lonely, it's true
Communication breaks down too
An empty heart, with an empty glass
A picture on the wall, a ghost from the past
I've got to find the strength to live without you, my lady

[Chorus]
Everybody needs a little time
And everybody needs a little space in their life
Our time has come, we must face the truth, yeah
We are going nowhere fast, we've suffocated all our past
We all need some room
Everybody needs a little room

[Bridge]
A time to leave (a time to leave)
No time for love (no time for love)
A time to remember all the things that we have done
I'll take your picture (remove your picture) from the wall
Memories are all around me, I can't take this anymore

[Chorus]
Everybody needs a little time (that's what they keep telling me)
And everybody needs a little space in their life
Our time has come, we must face the truth, yeah
We are going nowhere fast, we've suffocated all our past
We all need some room

[Outro]
Everybody needs a little room
Everybody needs
They keep telling me
Everybody needs
Everybody needs a little room

Second Genesis

Time

These busy days keep repeating
Life like clouds in sky is fleeting
If I had a better plan
I’d be still sleeping.

No time for self help
I just ask myself

Have I been here before?  (I don’t know anymore)
As I’m running out the door


Life lived on a train
Same old deja vu again

Life lived on a train
There and back again

Life lived on a train
It really melts my brain 

Have I been here before?
No time to explore

World it turns around 
It will spin us off the ground
Sands of time just run away.
Oops there goes another day

No time for self help
I just ask myself
Have I been here before?
As I’m running through the door

Have I been here before?
I’m not very sure

Crime of wasted life
Never pays 
Say goodbye to all your days

Have I been here before?
Have I been here before?

Same old deja vu again

There and back again

It really melts my brain

I Should be Sleeping 

It will spin us off the ground

Have I been here before?
As I’m Running Out the Door

Life Lived On A Train

A song about the loudest silence in a crowded room. It captures that bittersweet, unspoken moment when you see a past love who has moved on, and a single glance conveys everything that will never be said. It's a goodbye without words, full of memory and quiet acceptance.

An Honest Goodbye

A song about a love so profound, it chooses to set its object free. It's the story of knowing your home can't be someone else's universe, and the heartbreaking, selfless act of pushing the person you love towards their own magnificent, uncharted orbit.

Uncharted Orbit

A song about a goodbye on a train platform, and the love that's strong enough to let someone go. It's about watching a future depart on steel tracks, holding onto a ticket stub like proof, and understanding that some departures are blessings we carry to the end.

The Station Can't Hold

A song about a love that burned as bright and as fast as a struck match. It's a story of a fire that was never meant to be contained, leaving behind not just smoke and embers, but a permanent, glowing scar—a beautiful burn that you can still feel long after the flame is gone.

Burned Into Me

A song about a goodbye that leaves behind not a scar, but a steady, quiet flame. It's about a love that, even when it's gone, is carried like a candle in a dark room—a fire that remains, a name that is never forgotten.

Fire Remains

“Back to the Sea” is a contemplative, introspective song about recognizing oneself through another and understanding the shared essence of all beings. Through imagery of city lights, drifting waves, and night skies, it reflects on how connections act as mirrors, revealing fragments of our own identity and the truths we carry.
Lines like “Finding fragments of me in your reality” and “Your soul feels like a faded memory” emphasize self-discovery, while the recurring imagery of the sea suggests the larger truth: we are all one, and in time, we fade into each other, becoming part of the same eternal flow.
The song carries a dreamy, reflective, and meditative tone, inviting listeners to contemplate connection, unity, and the quiet beauty of shared existence.

Back to the Sea

Cyber Chord is an AI-generated music project that pushes the boundaries of creativity. Our lyrics are meticulously crafted using a combination of AI programs with human input, ensuring a unique blend of artificial intelligence and human touch. The music is then composed and refined using Suno, resulting in polished final pieces.

Cyber Chord enjoys experimenting with various genres, with a primary focus on country, rock, and Christian pop. Their music explores a wide range of topics, showcasing the versatility and adaptability of their AI-driven creative process.

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