Whatever’s Broken Can Be Fixed   by Edwin H. Balder
Look at you then and then before then
Cracks in the mirror, dents in the door,
Scars on my heart, memories worn.
Life don’t smooth out every stone,
But I ain’t meant to walk alone.
Lost some faith, lost some ground,
Fell too hard, didn’t hear a sound.
Thought the weight would hold me down,
But I learned to stand, learned to drown.
Some things bend, some things break,
But nothing stays in its worst place.
Whatever’s broken can be fixed,
With time, with hands, with love that sticks.
It don’t take gold, it don’t take fame,
It just takes trying once again.
Whatever’s broken can be healed,
If you believe, if you feel.
Some wounds fade, some scars stay,
But nothing stands in hope’s way.
Tires went flat, roads ran cold,
Dreams got lost, stories got old.
But every thread that came undone,
Wove itself back into one.
A little glue, a little light,
A little courage in the night.

Whatever’s broken can be fixed,
With time, with hands, with love that sticks.
It don’t take gold, it don’t take fame,
It just takes trying once again.
Whatever’s broken can be healed,
If you believe, if you feel.
Some wounds fade, some scars stay,
But nothing stands in hope’s way.
Some doors shut, some hearts cry,
Some things wait till the right time.
Some get lost, some get found,
Some just need a hand held down.
Now I see what fell apart,
Was never meant to leave my heart.
Now I stand where storms once blew,
Knowing light breaks every gloom.
I ain’t gone, I ain’t beat,
I’m still standing on my feet.
Whatever’s broken can be fixed,
With time, with hands, with love that sticks.
It don’t take gold, it don’t take fame,
It just takes trying once again.
Whatever’s broken can be healed,
If you believe, if you feel.
Some wounds fade, some scars stay,
But nothing stands in hope’s way.
Cracks in the mirror, dents in the door,
But none of it stops what life’s made for.
Whatever’s broken can be healed,
If you believe, if you feel.
Some wounds fade, some scars stay,
But nothing stands in hope’s way.

Whatever’s Broken Can Be Fixed by HC & EB

It's gonna get cold...
She Thinks She’s Better Than Me   by Edwin H. Balder
She walks in like the world stands still,
Diamond shine, dollar bill.
Laugh too sweet, words too fine,
Like her life don’t cross with mine.
Says she’s got it, says she knows,
Says she runs the way it flows.
High heels up, head held high,
Looking down like I’m too shy.
I play along, I let it slide,
But she don’t know what’s deep inside.
She thinks she’s better than me,
Like I don’t know the game she plays.
Like I don’t see the cracks she hides,
Like I don’t hear the things she says.
She thinks she’s better than me,
But baby, truth don’t lie that way.
She’s got the car, she’s got the shine,
She’s got the perfect painted line.
She’s got the look, she’s got the say,
But she don’t got what makes me stay.
I’ve got roots, I’ve got fight,
I’ve got a heart that sleeps at night.
She thinks she’s better than me,
Like I don’t know the game she plays.
Like I don’t see the cracks she hides,
Like I don’t hear the things she says.
She thinks she’s better than me,
But baby, truth don’t lie that way.
Some chase gold, some chase fame,
Some just need a different name.
Some fall fast, some hold tight,
Some just fake their perfect life.
Now she stares, now she waits,
Wondering why I don’t take the bait.
I walk past, I don’t look back,
Because I don’t need what she don’t have.
She thinks she’s better than me,
Like I don’t know the game she plays.
Like I don’t see the cracks she hides,
Like I don’t hear the things she says.
She thinks she’s better than me,
But baby, truth don’t lie that way.
She walks in like the world stands still,
But I just smile—I know the drill......................know......... the ..............drill.

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She Thinks She’s Better Than Me by HC & EHB

Some stoner made the fake ending way too long AND lost the lyric sheet.. 
Looking Back, Feeling Baked HC & EHB

Do we know who wrote this..Oh yea ..Us

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Looking Back, Feeling Baked HC & EHB

Told she knew..why I love her still
I Know He Fell in Love Today    by Edwin H. Balder
He didn’t say it, didn’t show,
But something shifted, something told.
A quiet glance, a softer tone,
And suddenly, I wasn’t alone.
I saw it in the way he smiled,
Like I was more than just a while.
I felt it in the way he stayed,
Like time had nowhere left to fade.
His hands were steady, his words ran light,
And love was waiting in the night.
I know he fell in love today,
Even though he didn’t say.
I felt it clear, I saw it true,
Like the stars just learned my name too.
I know he fell in love today,
In every look, in every way.
I saw it in the way he stood,
Like something turned from might to good.
I heard it in the way he laughed,
Like we had finally found our path.
No rush, no plans, no grand display,
Just love that found its quiet way.
I know he fell in love today,
Even though he didn’t say.
I felt it clear, I saw it true,
Like the stars just learned my name too.
I know he fell in love today,
In every look, in every way.
Some love speaks, some love waits,
Some love whispers, some love states.
Some just moves without a sound,
And leaves no doubt in what it’s found.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe soon,
Maybe under silver moons.
But words don’t need to light the way,
I know he fell in love today.
I know he fell in love today,
Even though he didn’t say.
I felt it clear, I saw it true,
Like the stars just learned my name too.
I know he fell in love today,
In every look, in every way.
He didn’t say it, didn’t show,
But I know...(I know)......I know....
I know...(I know)......I.......... know...
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I Know He Fell in Love Today  HC & EHB

Big clue to how alone you are...
Eating Over The Sink    by Edwin H. Balder
Cold plate, quiet night,
Fork in hand, no appetite.
Standing here, staring low,
Where did all those years go?
Used to be candlelight, linen spread,
Used to be laughter, whispered thread.
Now it's leftovers, paper plates,
Echoes of love that came too late.
Time unravels, lines get blurred,
Memories sting in broken words.
Eating over the sink, tears in the drain,
Swallowing silence, choking on pain.
Once served love on silver trays,
Now it’s just me and yesterday.
Eating over the sink, hunger misplaced,
Feeding regrets I can’t erase.
Used to set two, used to pour,
Now I scrape crumbs off the floor.
Used to hold hands, wine-stained lips,
Now just empty fingertips.
Used to be mornings tangled tight,
Now the sheets stay smooth at night.
Eating over the sink, tears in the drain,
Swallowing silence, choking on pain.
Once served love on silver trays,
Now it’s just me and yesterday.
Eating over the sink, hunger misplaced,
Feeding regrets I can’t erase.
Some love fades, some love breaks,
Some just lingers in mistakes.
Some hearts heal, some hearts fold,
Some just ache when nights turn cold.]
Tomorrow calls, the world moves fast,
But I still chew on what won’t pass.
The love that stayed, the love that died,
The love that never said goodbye.
Used to toast to hope and dreams,
Now I rinse off history’s seams.
Eating over the sink, tears in the drain,
Swallowing silence, choking on pain.
Once served love on silver trays,
Now it’s just me and yesterday.
Eating over the sink, hunger misplaced,
Feeding regrets I can’t erase.

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Eating Over The Sink   HC & EHB

When You fool yourself ...you fool a fool...
Pretend by Edwin H. Balder
Setting up the flowers, tying ribbons tight,
Another bridal shower, another perfect night.
Holding hands, raising toasts,
Celebrating love like it’s easy to hold.
Another dress, another ring,
Another vow, another spring.
Another moment standing tall,
Watching someone have it all.
Smiling wide, hiding deep,
Wondering when it’s meant for me.
Will this end, will this start,
Will someone finally take my heart?
Will love be real, will time be kind,
Or am I just waiting in someone else’s line?
I don’t need gold, I don’t need grand,
Just someone who’s more than pretend.
Another cake, another prayer,
Another wish tossed in the air.
Another “you’ll be next,” they say,
Another tear I brush away.
I’ve danced alone, I’ve walked so far,
But I still stand beneath these stars.
Will this end, will this start,
Will someone finally take my heart?
Will love be real, will time be kind,
Or am I just waiting in someone else’s line?
I don’t need gold, I don’t need grand,
Just someone who’s more than pretend.
Then I see him, standing there,
Eyes too soft, voice too rare.
Never noticed, never knew,
Till tonight, till he looked too true.
Maybe fate runs slow,
Maybe love don’t always show.
Maybe it waits, maybe it hides,
Maybe it’s standing by my side.
Maybe this ends, maybe this begins,
Maybe I found more than pretend.
Will this end, will this start,
Will someone finally take my heart?
Will love be real, will time be kind,
Or am I just waiting in someone else’s line?
I don’t need gold, I don’t need grand,
Just someone who’s more than pretend.
Maybe this ends, maybe this begins,
Maybe I found more than pretend.
pretend.(pretend.)

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Pretend by HC & EHB

I Called.... The ticket was sold...
Close To Nowhere    by Edwin H. Balder
Feet in sand, hands in wind,
Sun lays low, the waves begin.
Nowhere near, nowhere known,
Just the sound, just alone.
No footprints stay, no voices call,
No walls to rise, no need at all.
The tide rolls in, the sky leans wide,
The kind of place where dreams collide.
Where the world fades, where time lets go,
Where silence sings what I don’t know.
Close to nowhere, but here I stand,
Salt in air, shells in hand.
Nothing pulling, nothing tied,
Just the ocean, just the sky.
Close to nowhere, but never lost,
Carried out, carried across.
Thoughts drift soft, thoughts drift deep,
Falling slow, a wave’s retreat.
Every moment, every past,
Like water holding, never fast.
A love once burned, a dream once bright,
Set adrift in fading light.
Close to nowhere, but here I stand,
Salt in air, shells in hand.
Nothing pulling, nothing tied,
Just the ocean, just the sky.
Close to nowhere, but never lost,
Carried out, carried across.
Some hearts race, some hearts stay,
Some just drift the quiet way.
Some roads call, some roads end,
Some just whisper with the wind.
Sun slips low, stars break free,
A silver path across the sea.
Close to nowhere, yet I feel,
The weight of all that’s bright and real.
No footprints stay, no voices call,
But I don’t mind at all.
Close to nowhere, but here I stand,
Salt in air, shells in hand.
Nothing pulling, nothing tied,
Just the ocean, just the sky.
Close to nowhere, but never lost,
Carried out, carried across.
Feet in sand, hands in wind,
Sun lays low, the waves begin.

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Close To Nowhere  by HC & EHB

Dorm year to diploma..every penny!
Sending Off My Wishes   by Edwin H. Balder
Stacked-up forms, ink runs deep,
Every word, every dream I keep.
First in line, first to try,
First to chase the open sky.
Worked the summers, worked the nights,
Saved up every dollar tight.
Mom and Dad, hands worn thin,
Never missed a deposit in.
Every shift, every grade,
Built the road that now gets paved.
Sending off my wishes, signing on the line,
Hoping they see the work behind the climb.
First to go, first to fly,
But leaving home still makes me cry.
Sending off my wishes, chasing something new,
Scholarship dreams, letters sealed,
Waiting for the fate revealed.
Every test, every late-night grind,
Every moment proving time.
Now the answer’s in my hand,
Now the future makes its stand.
Sending off my wishes, signing on the line,
Hoping they see the work behind the climb.
First to go, first to fly,
But leaving home still makes me cry.
Sending off my wishes, chasing something new,
But the hardest part is leaving you.
[Bridge]
Some roads lead, some roads turn,
Some just teach the way we learn.
Some hearts break, some hearts mend,
Some just wait till time begins.
Now I pack, now I stand,
Suitcase full of where I’ve been.
Mom holds tight, Dad stays strong,
But I see the tears they won’t let on.
First to go, first to fly,
But leaving home still makes me cry.
Sending off my wishes, signing on the line,
Hoping they see the work behind the climb.
First to go, first to fly,
But leaving home still makes me cry.
Sending off my wishes, chasing something new,
But the hardest part is leaving you.
Stacked-up forms, ink runs deep,
Every word, every dream I keep
Sending off my wishes, chasing something new,
But the hardest part is leaving you.
hardest part ....leaving you.(leaving you) leaving you...

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Sending Off My Wishes by HC & EHB

Remeber and trust only you know you!
Maybe I Am, Maybe I’m Not  by   Edwin H. Balder
Hands shake, breath slows,
One quiet thought nobody knows.
A line appears, or maybe not,
A maybe hangs where answers stop.
Would it change me, would it break me?
Would it save me, recreate me?
Would the world shift, would the days glow?
Would the nights stretch, would time slow?
Would I be enough, would I stand tall?
Or would I tremble, would I fall?
Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,
Maybe this is everything I’ve got.
Maybe love comes wrapped in change,
Maybe fate rewrites the page.
Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,
But something’s whispering, don’t stop.
Close my eyes, trace the years,
Every love, every fear.
Would I hold them, would they hold me?
Would I teach them how to be free?
Would I find strength where I feel weak?
Would their heartbeat answer me?
Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,
Maybe this is everything I’ve got.
Maybe love comes wrapped in change,
Maybe fate rewrites the page.
Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,
But something’s whispering, don’t stop.
Some roads turn, some roads run,
Some don’t show till the race is done.
Some dreams bend, some dreams wait,
Some come true when hearts create.
One deep breath, time stands still,
One small answer, one strong will.
Whatever comes, whatever stays,
I’ll hold tight, I’ll find my way.
Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,
Maybe this is everything I’ve got.
Maybe love comes wrapped in change,
Maybe fate rewrites the page.
Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,
But something’s whispering, don’t stop.
Hands shake, breath slows,(nobody knows)
nobody knows....(nobody knows)(nobody knows)

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Maybe I Am, Maybe I’m Not   by  HC & EHB

So What   by Edwin H. Balder
They held me high, they called me rare,
But they only stayed when I was there.
They needed my strength, needed my name,
But they never felt my heart the same.
So what—if they smiled, if they swore,
If they promised forever before.
So what—if they praised, if they bowed,
If they worshipped me just for the crowd.
So what—if they whispered, if they lied,
If they vanished the moment I cried.
But fame’s a mirror, bends the light,
And they only held me when I was bright.
Now I see the way it breaks,
Every promise, every fake.
So what—if they smiled, if they swore,
If they promised forever before.
So what—if they praised, if they bowed,
If they worshipped me just for the crowd.
So what—if they whispered, if they lied,
If they vanished the moment I cried.
so what (so what) so......what....
Some truths burn, some truths fade,  (so what)
Some just stay like old mistakes.  (so what)
Some wounds close, some wounds bleed, (so what)
Some just teach what hearts don’t need.
so what (so what).....so what 
Now I walk where echoes stand,
No more reaching, no more hands.
No more waiting, no more trust,
No more building dreams in dust.
So what—if they smiled, if they swore,
If they promised forever before.
So what—if they praised, if they bowed,
If they worshipped me just for the crowd.
So what—if they whispered, if they lied,
If they vanished the moment I cried.
so what (so what) so......what....so......what....
so what (so what) so......what....so......what....

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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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So What by Hot Cookie

Meet Hot Cookie, the wonder that’s redefining cool with a fresh blend of reflective lyrics and acoustic-driven power. Our sound is the heartbeat of today's music scene, capturing the essence of raw emotion and musical artistry. With every track, we aim to elevate your listening experience, offering melodies that resonate and lyrics that linger. Get ready to be swept away by Hot Cookie, where every note is a testament to our passion and every song a journey!....Social Contact: https://x.com/HotCookieMusic

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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