straighten my curls

Mark Me Well by Star System Legal

I stride not swift for haste is weak,
Let lesser men their praises seek.
My name is carved where swords once clashed,
Where oaths are kept and idols thrashed.

My hands bear callus, not for show.
But for the work that kings forego.

I’ve walked through halls where titans fell,
With dirt for wine and ash to tell.
No need for wrath, no need for cry,
The world steps back when I pass by.

Mark me well, I am no jest,
I leave no bone, I crush the rest.
No boast shall pass these iron lips,
My silence sinks a thousand ships.
I do not boast, I end debate,
I am the storm behind the gate.
I walk alone where others kneel,
My shadow tips the strongest steel.

No feast has fed what forged my frame,
No kiss has tamed the blood I claim.
I do not chase, I do not plead,
I take my place through strength and deed.


Mark me well, I am no jest,
I leave no bone, I crush the rest.
No boast shall pass these iron lips,
My silence sinks a thousand ships.
I do not joke, I end debate,
I am the storm around the gate.
I walk alone where others kneel,
My shadow tips the strongest steel.

Let others bend, I rise, intact,
Unmoved by gold or Earthful act.
What I possess no hand can steal,
For I am military steel.

Mark me well, I am no jest,
I leave no bone, I crush the rest.
No boast shall pass these iron lips,
My silence sinks a thousand ships.
I do not joke, I end debate,
I am the storm around the gate.
I walk alone where others kneel,
My shadow tips the strongest steel.

My shadow tips the strongest steel.

Mark me well, I am no jest,
I leave no bone, I crush the rest.
No boast shall pass these iron lips,
My silence sinks a thousand ships.
I do not joke, I end debate,
I am the storm inside the gate.
I walk alone where others kneel,
My presence flips the strongest steel.

The strongest steel.

My shadow tips the strongest steel.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

Mark Me Well

Silence Between Lines by Harmony Bubble

I saw you in a dream,
But you did not have a face.
Only light.
Only stillness,
Folded inside breath.

You were not calling me,
But I heard you.

There are no borders in silence.
No translations in a tear.
What rises in you,
Rose once in me.
A soft ache with no name.

How strange,
That the quietest pain,
Makes the loudest bridge.

I do not know your story.
Only the shape it makes,
In the air around your body.

And that is enough.

Let it be enough,
To feel,
Without needing to define.
To stand under the same stars,
And not demand they speak.

Some things are holy,
Just because they are shared.

I did not answer you with words.
Only presence.
Only warmth.
Two souls humming in parallel,
Close enough to glow,
Far enough to never burn.

We never touched.
We never had to.

I saw you in the silence,
Between stars.
And for a moment,
The space between us,
Was beautiful.

Not empty.
Just vast.
Just waiting,
To be seen.

I saw you in the silence,
Between stars.
And for a moment,
The space between us,
Was beautiful.

Not empty.
Just vast.
Just waiting,
To be seen.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

Silence Between Lines

Moonwalkin' In Cowboy Boots by Myrtle Beach Moonshine

Ain’t much to see, he’s short and plain,
Got a lazy eye and a ketchup stain.
Never got dates, never made the team,
Talks too loud and he smells like beans.
He don’t dance, and he don’t flirt,
Just nods real slow in a flannel shirt.

But when he's moonwalkin' in cowboy boots,
That gold chain swangin’ man gets loose.
The ladies lust his velvet moves,
When he moonwalks in cowboy boots.

The same folks laughin’ buy him beers,
He signs bar napkins, grinds those gears.
That sheriff tried to learn his moves,
Slipped and broke his right front tooth.
A barroom king, larger than life,
His slide and swagger might steal your wife!

Now he’s moonwalkin’ in cowboy boots,
That gold chain swangin’ man gets loose.
The ladies lust his velvet moves,
When he moonwalks in cowboy boots.

You’d never know just by his look,
A quiet fella, kinda shook.
But when he walks into that bar,
He's a boot scootin', slidin', moonwalkin' star.

Now he’s moonwalkin’ in cowboy boots,
That gold chain swangin’ man gets loose.
The ladies lust his velvet moves,
When he moonwalks in cowboy boots.

Woooooooo!

Hee hee.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

Moonwalkin' In Cowboy Boots

Weightless by Rhapsody Seven

Evening spills across your skin, 
I trace it slow.
Soft as saxophones on midnight radio.
Every breath you take becomes my melody,
Closer now, we blend into this harmony.

There's poetry in how you move,
A slow rhythm I've yet to prove.
Let me be your favorite line.
I'll be yours if you'll be mine.

Drifting on the hush between the chords,
Hush now, stay now.
Held within a light no sound affords,
Light that lingers.
Moving through a color drawn in time,
Painted skies... slow divine.
Heaven hums beneath your resting form,
Let it rise... let it warm.

Fingertips like brushes painting memories,
Colors deep enough to bring me to my knees.
Take me down, take me slow.
Every moment captured, framed inside your eyes,
Stories written softly, lines I recognize,
Lines I know.
Midnight comes and still your touch is lingering,
Quiet songs your body keeps delivering,
Sweet delivery.
We don't need to rush what’s always meant to be,
Closer now, we fall into this reverie,
Fall with me.

There's poetry in how you move,
A mystery I've yet to prove.
Let me be your next line,
I am yours,
Will you be mine?

Floating on a breath you never speak,
Don’t stop, don’t leave.
Held inside a hush that starts to leak,
Let it linger.
We’re dancing through a dream the night once drew,
Turning stars into truth.
Every quiet spark now leads to you,
Let it rise... see it through.

I don’t need the answer, just the flame,
Let it burn me gentle, 
Call my name.
If this is the only song I ever knew,
Let it end and begin inside of you.

Falling through the space we made with grace,
Don’t stop, don’t fade.
Every breath a vow I can’t replace,
Say it now.
We’ve become the song we tried to write,
Let it ring, full of light.
Everything I am is in this night,
Let it rise... 
Hold it tight.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

Weightess

Weightless

When We Were Light by Star System Legal

Before the breath, before the name,
Before the birth of time or flame,
We drifted close, then slipped apart,
No sky to meet, no skin, no heart.

You moved and I became the sound,
I turned and you were all around.
A hush so vast, a pull so slight,
We knew each other... 

When we were light.

We're not held,
We simply stayed.
Two souls unbound, yet unafraid.
Not drawn by force, nor ruled by fate,
But by a truth too small for weight.

We didn’t speak, we didn’t try,
We shimmered soft, you and I.
A love so deep it had no name,
Two stars, one flame.

No tether then, no world to name,
Just velvet silence, just the same.
The way the ocean knows the shore,
The way a pulse forgets the war.

We circled nothing, wide and slow,
A dance no time would ever know.
Still touching, even in the flight,
Still whole, still us… 

When we were light.

We were not bound,
We simply knew.
What one became, the other too.
No shadow cast, no edges drawn,
Just morning stretched across the dawn.

No loss, no fear, no need to fight,
We loved like stars who never night.
No wound to tend, no wish to write,
Just pure becoming… 

When we were light.

And maybe now, in skin and bone,
We echo what we’ve always known.
Each gaze, each ache, each tethered flight,
Is just a path back to that light.

So if you find me in the dark,
A trembling voice, a shattered spark,
Remember not the war or night,
But who we were…

When we were light.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

When We Were Light

Cotton Candy by Star System Legal

In a town where every soul wore face paint and a grin,
And laughter cracked the pavement like a joke too worn and thin,
She walked the neon circus streets with fishnets torn and red,
A rainbow wig, a heavy heart, and tears she never shed.

She’d honk her horn for dollars,
But no one saw her pain,
Just a painted-on expression
That ran when it would rain.

She had big red shoes and bigger dreams,
A past that burst at the comic seams,
With a squeaky heart and a quiet moan,
She sold her love but felt alone.
But oh, her nose, that cherry shine,
I swear it lit this heart of mine.
And now I only want one thrill…
To be the clown who fits her shoes, 
For real.

She danced with mimes and sad-faced jesters down on Clown Row Lane,
While juggling broken promises and huffing through the pain.
Her kisses smelled like cotton candy, vodka, and regret,
She said, laugh, darling, or you’ll cry, 
This nose ain’t dry just yet.

She told me, no one loves a clown,
They fear what’s underneath.
I cupped her powdered face and said,
I love your crooked teeth.
Let’s run away past funny hats
And pies that hide the knives,
We’ll build a tiny circus tent
And clown around for life.

Her shoes were huge but so’s her heart,
I knew it from the very start.
She’s more than jokes and painted skin,
She’s beauty drawn with a loony grin.
So I kissed her nose, we shed a tear,
I whispered, let’s get outta here.
Now we dream with slapstick thrills,

And raise our clown kids in the hills.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

Cotton Candy

Just Get It Started by Rhapsody Seven

You stand there caught between the nerves and the stare
She’s right in front of you — act like you care
Forget the mirror, forget the plan
You’re not a script, you’re just a man

Don’t wait for magic, don’t wait for fate
You're just chattin' — it's not a date
You lose much more by staying still
Than dropping a line with shaky skill

Just get it started.
Say, “Hey — you caught my eye”
Confident-hearted.
Try, “I’d hate to not say hi.”
You’re not performing — just be bold.
A moment’s warm, if you’re not cold.
No need for charm that’s overdone.
Just get it started... 
That’s how it’s done.

The fear you feel? It’s not just yours,
She’s been behind her own closed doors.
Don’t try to guess what she might say,
Give her the chance to look your way.

It’s not the line — it’s that you tried,
That breaks the silence, turns the tide.
You don’t need perfect — you just need true,
Say what’s honest. 
That’ll do.

Just get it started.
Say, “Hi — this might sound weird,”
Slightly discharted.
Try, “Your smile just kinda appeared.”
It’s not about a pickup win,
It’s choosing now — not “might have been.”
No need for slick — just show up once,
Just get it started...
No need for fronts

Most guys freeze, then walk away,
Then curse themselves the rest of the day.
She’s not a test, she’s not a score,
She’s just someone you might adore.

Just get it started.
Say, “Hi — I liked your laugh,”
Calm and warm-hearted.
Try, “Don’t worry — no autograph.”
No one remembers who stood back,
But she might think, “I liked that track.”
Don’t leave it all to fate or fun,
Just get it started...
She might be the one.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

Just Get It Started

She's Tuned To Me by Rhapsody Seven

She lives in the hum of the wires on the wall.
She speaks when the daylight begins to fall.

She found me young, in a rusted old car,
Dancing alone, pretending I’m a star.
Through cracked cassette decks and static-filled air,
She whispered her secrets like someone was there.

No face, no name, just warmth in the sound.
A ghost in the frequency circling ‘round.

She’s tuned to me when I’m lost, when I’m found,
Through joy and through wreckage, she’s always around.
She’s thunder in headphones, she’s lullaby light,
She holds me together through signal and night.

She sang on the road when the world felt too wide,
She wept when the church doors were opened that night.
She laughed in the kitchen at something I burned,
She’s silence with meaning and songs that I’ve learned.

She played at my wedding, then cried when I drove,
She followed me far where the other ones won’t go.
She softened my edges with echo and line,
She’s not on a dial, she’s stitched in my spine.

No chart, no trend, just truth in a wave.
A keeper of moments no algorithm gave.

She’s tuned to me, not the world, not the crowd,
She whispers the quiet, then sings it out loud.
She’s memory’s ribbon, she’s fire in the freeze,
The voice that still finds me beneath all the noise and the screens.

When I’m old and the wires go dim,
If I hear her song, I’ll remember again.
Not who I was, but who I became,
Each time she called out my soul by name.

No face, no name, just warmth in the sound.
A ghost in the frequency circling ‘round.

She’s tuned to me, through the highs, through the lows,
Through heartbreak and headlines, wherever I go.
She’s static and starlight, a dream on repeat,
The voice of forever that lives in the beat.

She lives in the hum when the whole world sleeps,
The one I still hear when the silence runs deep.
No tower too small, no signal too low,
She stays on the air when there’s nowhere to go.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

She's Tuned To Me

Trust The Science by Harmony Bubble

You pace the lab with measured grace,
Dismiss the prayer behind your face.
The chalkboard blooms with stars and schemes,
But still you wake with restless dreams.

You call it chance, you call it law,
But deep inside, you’re gripped with awe.
What stirs the voice behind the flame?
Dares you closer, calls your name?

You wear your doubt like armor tight,
But chase the dark to find the light.
You won’t say “God,” you need no shrine,

Yet every step is more divine.
You chart the void, dissect the seas,
Still reaching for what no eye sees.

You’ve watched the atom split apart,
Heard gravity collapse a star.
You’ve named the pulse in every string,
But not the hand that makes them sing.

If truth alone is what you crave,
Then follow it beyond the grave.
Beyond the edge of time and breath,
There waits the love you’ve never met.

You wear your doubt like armor tight,
But chase the dark to find the light.
You won’t say “God,” you need no creed,

Yet still you chase this inner need.
The source behind your fiercest plea,
The silence humming, “Come to me.”

You think belief’s a simple stance,
But what is faith if not advanced?
To face the vast, and see unknown,
God's everywhere, data has shown.

You won’t say “God,” but you believe,
In something no machine can weave.
You search, you break, you build, you burn,
And still you ache for one return.
But closer still you find a chart,
A portal opens in your heart.
You’re not so far from those who pray,
Trust the science!

And look His way.

Amen.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

Trust The Science

A Song by Rhapsody Seven

Breathe in, the wind don’t choose,
Who it loves or where it moves.
Leaves don’t ask what tree they knew,
They just fall and dance in truth.

One breath, one sky.
One note, one cry.
Humming along, just singing a song,
You and I.

The river speaks in every tongue,
Yet, never once has split its run.
A thousand stones beneath its drum,
But every drop returns as one.

Light to light, round to round,
We are made of the same sound.
Heart to heart, ground to ground,
We are made of the same sound.
Name to name, soul to soul,
We are made of the same show.
None above, and none below,
We are made of the same glow.

One breath, one sky.
One note, one cry.
One breath, one sky.
One note, one cry.
Humming along, just singing this song,
You and I.

One breath, one sky.
One note, one cry.
Humming along, just singing a song,
You and I.

Humming along, just singing a song,
You and I.

Humming along, just singing a song.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

A Song

Unlace by Harmony Bubble

She wore the sky like lace that day,
With stardust tangled in her hair.
The clocks all melted into clay,
And sang of storms that weren’t quite there.

He danced in boots of borrowed rain,
A candle flickered in his chest.
Each step he took erased a chain,
Each sigh was stitched into his vest.

The moon hung low, too shy to shine,
A choir of moths began to pray.
He poured her laughter into wine,
And drank the last of yesterday.

They built a bed from unsaid things,
And floated on a quilt of sound.
Her whisper flapped with paper wings,
Then landed gently on the ground.

The fireflies blinked in Morse again,
While crickets tuned their lullaby.
He kissed her voice beneath her skin,
And left a note inside...

The sky unstring the stress,
Let time unravel where we lay.
We'll meet the night in tenderness,
And dream the dark, then drift away.

She traced a map on his bare spine,
With ink distilled from lullabies.
A raven played a wind-chime line,
While dawn rehearsed her soft goodbyes.

He spun her name in amber thread,
And tied it to the falling light.
Their echoes slept where stars had bled,
And turned the shadows into flight.

He wrapped her breath in sapphire thread,
And hung it from a cedar beam.
Their shadows danced where angels tread,
Inside the seams of someone’s dream.

The meadow sighed beneath their feet,
A fox composed a tune in blue.
They kissed where broken hours meet,
And stitched the wind with something true.

She wore the dusk like velvet skin,
With twilight tangled in her gaze.
A flock of bells rang out within,
And turned their silence into praise.

He caught her pulse in porcelain,
And placed it in a mirrored jar.
It pulsed like roots beneath the din,
And hummed the name of who they are.

A lantern blinked above the pine,
With colors language couldn’t hold.
He reached, and found her hand in time,
Still warm, still strange, still made of gold.

The stars began to fold like notes,
And slipped between the sleeping trees.
She strung his laugh on silver boats,
Then sailed them through forgotten seas.

The sky unlace her dress,
Let time unravel where we lay.
We'll fold the night in tenderness,
And dream the dark, then drift away.

They stole the moon and let it melt,
A vow unspoken, only felt.

Now let the sky unlace her dress,
Let time unravel where we lay.
We'll fold the night in tenderness,
And dream the dark, then drift away.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

Unlace

Lighthouse by Rhapsody Seven

The ocean sighs, a widow’s breath,
Against the stones where time forgets.
A lantern swings, his fragile flame,
The keeper lost, without a name.

He tends the light each sleepless night,
Though no ships sail, no horns reply.
Salt-stung eyes scan endless gray,
For voices swallowed by the spray.

The walls are cracked, the stairs unkind,
The glass reflects a younger mind.
He hums a song no one will hear,
And writes in logs to ghosts, my dear.

He writes of storms, of stars grown dim,
Of dreams that drown and cling to him.
The radio whispers static lies,
The waves respond with lullabies.

One final storm, its fury bold,
He trims the wick, the night grows cold.
He climbs the steps, the gale a drum,
The light goes dark, and he is gone.

The sea reclaims what men once knew,
A lighthouse fades into the blue.
But somewhere far, forever more,
The light will burn beyond the shore.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group. All rights reserved.

Lighthouse

How Do U Change A Mind? by Star System Legal

Cautious shadows crawl the ceiling,
Spider-silk threads of doubt unwind.
Eyes like lanterns, walls are breathing,
Laughter drips like wax in time.

Copper air and static thunder,
Pulse a war drum in my chest.
I’m the ghost I can’t outrun here,
Chained to wheels that never rest.

I whisper through the static,
This is just a ride.
This is just a slide through the night,
But the mirrors crack and shiver,
And reason flickers out of sight.

How do you change a mind so stubborn,
That it won’t believe the dawn will break?
How do you tell the one in the maze,
That the walls are fog and shadows fake?

If I could whisper to the storm,
Would I know?
Or would I let the dark devour me whole,
One more time before I go?

The floor melts soft like candle tallow,
Rooms dissolve in swirling haze.
Every door a darker hollow,
Every window, haunted gaze.

I reach for threads of golden reason,
But they slip between my hands.
Oh, if I could hold the sunlight,
Would I light this dying land.

I whisper through the static,
This is just a ride.
The ghosts will fade with the tide,
But my voice is thin as paper,
And I circle flame like moths that died.

How do you change a mind so stubborn,
That it won’t believe the dawn will break?
How do you tell the one in the maze,
That the walls are fog and shadows fake?

If I could whisper to the storm,
Would I know?
Or would I let the dark devour me whole,
One more time before I go?

The clock ticks backward in this house,
The colors swirl, they fade, they scream.
But dawn waits there behind the hallway,
If I could hold my own reflection,
I’d say, wait, don’t fold.
It’s just a ride.
Just a ride...
Just a ride...
Just a ride.

How do you change a mind so stubborn,
That it won’t believe the dawn will break?
How do you tell the one in the maze,
That the walls are fog and shadows fake?

If I could whisper to the storm,
Would I know?
Or would I let the dark devour me whole,
One more time before I go?


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group. All rights reserved.

How Do You Change A Mind?

How Do U Change A Mind?

It Calls by Rhapsody Seven

It hums… it hums…
The spark… the flame…

Right, to the left, put your hands in the air.
They sway, they sway, they sway.
Sinners in the shadows, preachers in prayer.
They kneel, they kneel, they kneel.
Cat moms, dog dads, moving in time.
They spin, they spin, they spin.
Criminals, cops, both dance in a line.
They fine, they rhyme, they mime.
City kids, country folks, side by side.
They shout, they shout, they shout.
Rich in silk, poor with pride.
They dance, they dance, they dance.

One beat, one beat.
One spark, one spark.
One breath, one breath.
In the dark, in the dark.
It moves, it moves.
It pulls, it pulls.
It burns, it burns.
It rules, it rules.

A thread in the dark.
It hums, it hums, it hums.
A flicker of flame.
It burns, it burns, it burns.
A current beneath.
It rules, it rules, it rules.
The shimmer, the spark
It shines, it shines, it shines.
A whisper in stone.
It echoes, it echoes, it echoes.
A tremble in bone.
It shakes, it shakes, it shakes.
A breath in the void.
It breathes, it breathes, it breathes.
The echo, the moan.

It calls, it calls, it calls.

It calls, it calls, it calls.

It calls, it calls, it calls.

It calls, it calls, it calls.

Bosses and workers, lost in the sway.
They move, they move, they move.
Dreamers and cynics, both led astray.
They float, they float, they float.
Tattooed rebels, suits in the back.
They clash, they clash, they clash.
Broken hearts and lovers intact.
They heal, they heal, they heal.
Gamers, jocks, writers, and queens.
They play, they play, they play.
Old souls, young dreams.
They fade, they fade, they fade.

One beat, one beat.
One spark, one spark.
One breath, one breath.
In the dark, in the dark.
It moves, it moves.
It pulls, it pulls.
It burns, it burns.
It rules, it rules.

A thread in the dark.
It hums, it hums, it hums.
A flicker of flame.
It burns, it burns, it burns.
A current beneath.
It rules, it rules, it rules.
The shimmer, the spark
It shines, it shines, it shines.
A whisper in stone.
It echoes, it echoes, it echoes.
A tremble in bone.
It shakes, it shakes, it shakes.
A breath in the void.
It breathes, it breathes, it breathes.
The echo, the moan.

It calls, it calls, it calls.

It calls, it calls, it calls.

It calls, it calls, it calls.

It calls, it calls, it calls.

No flag, no flag.
No name, no name.
No side, no side.
No blame, no blame.
No face, no face.
No claim, no claim.
Just the beat, just the beat.
Just the flame, just the flame.

It hums.
It moves. 
It shines. 
It burns.

A thread in the dark.
It hums, it hums, it hums.
A flicker of flame.
It burns, it burns, it burns.
A current beneath.
It rules, it rules, it rules.
The shimmer, the spark
It shines, it shines, it shines.
A whisper in stone.
It echoes, it echoes, it echoes.
A tremble in bone.
It shakes, it shakes, it shakes.
A breath in the void.
It breathes, it breathes, it breathes.
The echo, the moan.

It calls, it calls, it calls.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group. All rights reserved.

It Calls

When I Want To by Myrtle Beach Moonshine

Pulled up slow, key on the dash,
Cold glass, streetlight flash.
Heartbeat low, waiting in the dark,
Outside calls, but I hold my mark.

Clock’s is ticking, I'm not there,
Let me check... I’m nowhere.
Nowhere.

I’ll go in when I want to,
Not a second too soon.
I’ll go in when I want to,
I’m not rushing through.

Not rushing through.

Hands on the wheel, cold to the touch,
Glass fogged up, thinking too much.
I know what waits behind that door,
But I don’t move, no way, no more.

Clock’s still ticking, I don’t care,
Let ‘em wait, I’m not there.

I’ll go in when I want to,
Not a second too soon.
I’ll go in when I want to,
I’m not rushing through.

Not rushing through.

I’ll go in when I want to,
When I want to.
I might never go.
I might go right now.
When I want to.
When I want to.
When I want to.
When I want to.
When I want to.
When I want to.
I’ll go in when I want to.
When I want to.

I’ll go in when I want to,
Not a second too soon.
I’ll go in when I want to,
I’m not rushing through.

I’ll go in when I want to.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

When I Want To

I Don't See Nothin' by Harmony Bubble

Cold breath curl in the midnight air,
Chrome grill glare cuts a steady stare.
Swinging wider, for the cheers,
Footsteps pounding but nobody steers.

Starlight traces deep in the wall,
Quantum discothèque, time is small,
Street hums lullaby sewn in stone,
All is lost, but me alone.

Just patterns in my head,
Just fragments of my head.

I don’t see nothin’ but the weight on my chest.
I don’t see nothin’ but the cold in my breath.
I don’t see nothin’ but the walls in my head.
I don’t see nothin’, that's all I said.

Footsteps slow on the midnight street,
Heartbeats kick like a drum's defeat,
Eyes move up, no face, no name,
Just the pulse of the night and the sound of the rain.

Glass on the curb, cuts deep in the sole,
Blood on the laces, like the prophesy told,
Visions in the smoke drift high, fade slow,
Another day gone, another seed won’t grow.

Just I'm lost in my head,
The remnants of my head.

I don’t see nothin’ but the weight on my chest.
I don’t see nothin’ but the cold in my breath.
I don’t see nothin’ but the walls in my head.
I don’t see nothin’, that's all I said.

I rose from the gutter, got dirt on my shoes,
Learned the game from the bottom, now I’m payin' my dues,
Had my face in the mud, now I’m stackin' the blues,
Kept my head in the fire, now I’m bendin' the rules.

I don’t trip, I don’t stress, I don’t play for the small,
Put the weight on my chest, now I’m standin' up tall,
Kept my eyes on the prize, while they wait on the fall,
You can talk all you want, I just ball through it all.

Cut the losses, stay tight, let the numbers align,
Had to weather the storm just to sharpen the shine,
I don’t sell ‘em a wish, I just show ‘em the grind,
Lookin' back in the glass, I see a champion’s mind.

We been through the worst, now we claimin' the best,
Put the work in the dirt, now it’s diamonds we press,
They flex for the clicks, we flex for the checks,
It's the realest talk, gotta earn that respect.

Hold tight...
Hold tight...

Yeah... yeah... yeah...
Rose up from the cold.
Yeah... yeah... yeah...
Turned dust into gold.
Yeah... yeah... yeah...
Stayed sharp, stayed bold.
Yeah... yeah... yeah...
Played the game, took control.
Yeah... yeah... yeah...
Stars shine when it’s dark.
Yeah... yeah... yeah...
Forged fire from the spark.
Yeah... yeah... yeah...
Built my name with the heart.
Yeah... yeah... yeah...
Played my hand from the start.

I don’t see nothin’ but the gold on my chest.
I don’t see nothin’ but the way that I'm blessed.
I don’t see nothin’ but the world that I dreamed.
I don’t see nothin’.

Nope, not what it seemed.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

I Don't See Nothin'

Pure-Hearted By Harmony Bubble

You didn’t draw the shape you walk in,
Didn’t stitch the fears you fight.
You were born inside a story,
Half in shadow, half in light.
They taught you how to smile for silence,
How to hide what hurts too deep.
But you were only ever trying,
To make it safe enough to sleep.

If no one ever told you,
You’ve done the best you can.
Then hear it now, from someone,
Who really understands.

It’s not your fault you came here broken,
Wearing armor just to breathe.
You were handed all these shadows,
Long before you had the keys.
So do the best with what you carry,
And don’t cause someone else to fall.
You didn’t make the engine, love,
But still you ran through it all.

You didn’t choose the voice that haunts you,
Or the rage that won’t let go.
You didn’t plant the seeds of sorrow,
That your body came to know.
They told you to be stronger sooner,
Told you, “Stand up, don’t complain.”
But you were walking through a thunderstorm,
And they only saw the rain.

So lay that burden down now,
It never did belong.
You didn’t make yourself this way.
But you’ve been trying all along.

It’s not your fault you came here broken,
Wearing armor just to breathe.
You were handed all these shadows
Long before you had the keys.
So do the best with what you carry,
And don’t cause someone else to fall.
You didn’t make the engine, love,
But still you ran through it all.

You're not a glitch. You’re not a sin.
You’re not what happened way back then.
You’re not the blame that others passed,
You're not the questions they never asked.

You didn’t choose the weight you shoulder,
Didn’t set the world on fire.
But still you’ve tried, still you’ve cared,
Still you’ve walked out of the mire.
So live with grace, and leave the shame—
It never fit you well.
You're not the one who wrote this frame.
You just wore it… 
                    ...and gave it hell.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music group.  All rights reserved.

Pure-Hearted

“WORTH IT” is about one of those situations where you give your all to someone who, in the end, just wasn’t worth it. It’s emotional but honest — smooth melodies with a raw message underneath. I wrote and structured the whole track myself, keeping it melodic and floaty while still hitting that real, reflective tone.

WORTH IT

Worth It

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