Back in 1985, I was such a shy girl
Hung out at those dreaded lockers with one or two fly girls
They knew where to look for me at the parties
The awkward one there crunchin ice and smarties
Like a lost little bloom among the wild hollies
In the back, to the side, anywhere that I could hide
Then one night, cryin on momma's lap, she'd turn the tide (she said)

Don't be a wallflower
And sink into the silver frames
Camouflage your super power
And blend into a crowd with no name
Be a Southern bell tower
More beloved by the hour
Eye to eye, never ever cower
Don't be a wallflower
Don't be a wallflower

So I took hold of my sweet chin and I pulled it on up
Found my voice, so loud and bright, finally I was enough
I found Jesus, started shouting for glory
Stopped doubtin myself and took inventory
Told my kids and their friends that great love story
I stood tall, gave it all, poured it out like a good ol Irish lass
Thats who I was, lookin at me was lookin right straight through a glass (I'd tell 'em)

Don't be a Wallflower
And sink into the silver frames
Camouflage your super power
And blend into a crowd with no name
Be a Southern bell tower
More beloved by the hour
Eye to eye, never ever cower
Don't be a wallflower
Don't be a wallflower

Now Momma's gone and all the kids are grown
Oh the mistakes they're makin, but man, I'm still makin my own
So it's back to the wall, let 'em fall, they'll figure it out in the end
But now where do I fit in

BE a Wallflower
Silver hair inside a silver frame
Camouflage your mother power
Silence the voice that has no more claim (no more, no more)
Be a Southern noon shower
Just lay back into the hour
Later on my knees I'll never cower (but for now)
I'll be a wallflower
Full circle, a wallflower
Momma taught me better, but in the end I'm stronger and happier
Bein a wallflower

Back in 1985 I was such a shy girl

Wallflower

“Don’t Wait To Smile” is a reminder to stop postponing joy. It’s the sound of golden light spilling through cracked pavements, the rhythm of shoes still wet from the rain, and the voice that tells you to dance with the mess instead of waiting for perfect skies. A song for anyone who needs that gentle nudge to live now – not someday.

„Don’t Wait To Smile“ ist eine Erinnerung daran, das Glück nicht aufzuschieben. Es ist der Klang von goldenem Licht, das durch rissige Straßen fließt, das Gefühl von Schuhen, die noch vom Regen feucht sind, und die Stimme, die dir sagt: Tanz mit dem Chaos, statt auf perfekten Himmel zu warten. Ein Song für alle, die diesen sanften Schub brauchen, um jetzt zu leben – nicht irgendwann.

Don’t Wait To Smile

There’s a bird outside your window
Singing like the world won’t end
Morning spills its golden honey
Through the cracks where the pavements bend

But you keep your hands in your pockets
As if joy might run away

Don’t wait to smile till the light is fading
Don’t save your laugh for a safer place
The sky won’t freeze for your hesitating
So dance with the mess, let it kiss your face

Your shoes still remember the rainstorm
The streets were singing your name
But you left your joy in some back drawer
Like you’re waiting for someone to claim

Every moment is a seed in your palm
You can let it dry or plant it now
Time doesn’t bargain, it just moves on
And it’s faster than you’ll allow

Don’t wait to smile till the light is fading
Don’t save your laugh for a safer place
The sky won’t freeze for your hesitating
So dance with the mess, let it kiss your face

The bird outside your window
Will sing with or without you


Don't wait to smile

put me under the ground
can you even sleep safe and sound
does your concioese feel anything but numbness
are you a husk or do you just pretend to be souless to doubt?


can you love more than you can feel?
can you taste the blood from my tears
i wasted my time, so your brain could decide
whether i was worst fighting for
i wanted you not something more


you blinded yourself with your clouds
while drowning me in YOUR doubts
i was willing to move mountains for you
but love is something mutual. for two

so now i let you go
i let you go, my dear

let you go

A contribution to International Day of Yoga adopted by the United Nations in 2014 and celebrated across the world every year on 21st June.
 
Often thought of, particularly in the West, as the practice of physical exercises or Asanas, including systems of breathing, the word ‘yoga’ derives from the Sanskrit and means to join or unite, symbolising the union of body, consciousness and the Divine.
 
Our speaker this evening will explore the relationship and connections between Hatha Yoga in its various forms and levels and Raja Yoga as taught and practised by the Brahma Kumaris.
 
Speaker: Bhavesh Ramji 
Bhavesh came to the practice of Raja Yoga meditation at a young age as his parents were regular attendees of the Brahma Kumaris Centre in Leicester.  In 2016, he decided to become a Hatha Yoga teacher and trained in Rishikesh, India, making multiple visits to complete his training.  He has been teaching Hatha Yoga professionally since 2018.  Inspired by his joint yoga practice, Bhavesh enjoys writing poetry and has published a series of three books in 2023, entitled 'Oceans of Love'.

Raja Yoga - The Royal Path - Bhavesh Ramji  - Thursday 19 June 2025

We Are Done

It's Over

I still taste your lips
I still smell your hair
I still waste my hits
On memories unfair
I hate that I believed
I hate that I still grieve
I hate you couldn't see
What you meant to me

Heart shattered, body battered
Wrists spattered, doesn't matter

I try so hard to let you go
But I still just wanna hold you close
If I sit and lie and hit new lows
Will they finally get it's not a joke?
I give my best, dress to impress
But I still feel I am less and less
I wanna let go and get some rest
Will I ever get away from my own head

I still feel your touch
I still hear your voice
I still think too much
I wish I had a choice
I hate everything
You had said to me
The wounds still tend to bleed
I wish you could've seen

Heart shattered, body battered
Wrists spattered, doesn't matter

I try so hard to let you go
But I still just wanna hold you close
If I sit and lie and hit new lows
Will they finally get it's not a joke?
I give my best, dress to impress
But I still feel I am less and less
I wanna let go and get some rest
Will I ever get away from my own head

Nah, nah-nah, nah, nah-nah
Nah, nah-nah, nah, nah-nah
Nah, nah-nah, nah, nah-nah
Nah, nah-nah, nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah, nah, nah

I try so hard to let you go
But I still just wanna hold you close
If I sit and lie and hit new lows
Will they finally get it's not a joke?
I give my best, dress to impress
But I still feel I am less and less
I wanna let go and get some rest
Will I ever get away from my own head

Letting Go (Prod. BADBRAIN)

“It Is What It Is” is a quiet, poetic reflection on loss, acceptance, and moving on.
Set to a laid-back Americana groove, the song tells a story of betrayal and resilience – without bitterness, without drama.
Just the river rolling, the wind in your hair, and the feeling that sometimes… that’s enough.

“It Is What It Is” ist ein ruhiger, poetischer Song über Verlust, Akzeptanz und das Weitergehen.
Getragen von einem entspannten Americana-Sound erzählt er von Enttäuschung und innerer Stärke – ohne Groll, ohne Drama.
Nur der Fluss, der weiterfließt, der Wind im Haar und das Gefühl: Manchmal ist das einfach genug.

It is what it is

I passed by the diner where we used to sit
Two cups on the counter, both losing their heat
Meanwhile the silence feels like a friend
It reminds me some roads just come to an end

It is what it is
No need to pretend
The river keeps rolling around every bend
I don’t owe the past
I don’t fear what I miss
I’m here, I’m alive
It is what it is

I found Betty‘s note folded under the bed
Said she loved me once, then left instead
Ran with a friend I thought I could trust
But the past is the past
And it crumbles to dust

It is what it is
No need to pretend
The river keeps rolling around every bend
I don’t owe the past
It don’t owe me a kiss
I’m here, I’m alive
It is what it is

There’s wind in my hair, the road feels clean
I’m done chasing ghosts, done asking what it means
No shadows behind me, no need to look back
Just the hum of silence, steady and black

It is what it is
I’ve got no regrets
The river keeps rolling, no signs, no threats
No pressure, no chains
No moment I miss
I’m home in myself
It is what it is


It is what it is

Let go.
Not because you have to,
but because you finally can.

This piece is a slow descent into surrender - a sonic dreamscape where your body softens, your mind quiets, and your heart no longer needs to explain itself.
Blending spoken word and melodic ambient trance, Let Go carries you gently into the part of night where release becomes beauty.

Dream Window is a space for inner voices — words and music that help you become more of who you already are.

Let Go - deep guided mediation & serenity

Final track of a personal arc, “Not Mine, Still Loved” reflects Mateo’s last inner monologue—a quiet acceptance of the life he helped shape but can’t keep. Echoes of the courtroom, memories of Valentina calling him “Papa,” and the ache of building a home that was never fully his—this acoustic ballad is a confession, a release, and an embrace all at once.

This is for the ones who love fully, even when the world doesn’t love them back the same way.

Not Mine Still Loved

Last Move Café is a quiet reflection at a crossroads—when one more move could mean giving up, or finding the courage to begin again.
Set against a warm folk-rock backdrop with slide guitar, brushed drums and light harmonica accents, it sounds like a secret shared just before sunrise.

Last Move Café ist ein stiller Moment am Scheideweg – wenn der nächste Schritt alles beenden oder der Anfang von etwas Neuem sein kann.
Vor einem warmen Folk-Rock-Hintergrund mit Slide-Gitarre, Besenschlagzeug und feinen Mundharmonika-Akzenten klingt der Song wie ein geteiltes Geheimnis kurz vor Sonnenaufgang.

Last Move Café

They told me once, losing’s just a pause
A quiet shift before the next applause
But I’ve been stuck inside a crooked frame
Counting every wrong, naming every name

The king fell early, I played blind
My own two hands, the reckless kind
But here I am, still holding on
With pieces left, and the clock not gone

The board is still set, the night’s not done
One more move before I run
Forget the fall, remember the stake
Your next move means more than your last mistake

The café hums, the light is low
Outside it’s raining, soft and slow
A stranger watches from the bar
Like she’s been here too, wherever we are

The board is still set, the night’s not done
One more move before I run
Forget the fall, remember the stake
Your next move means more than your last mistake

It’s not about the fall you took
But the way you get back up
Go ahead and reset the play
We’re all just guests at the Last Move Café
So here’s to bruises, here’s to grace
To starting late, not losing face

The board is still set, the night’s not done
One more move before I run
Forget the fall, remember the stake
Your next move means more than your last mistake




Last Move Café

A memory you forgot you had.
Sound made from the dust between dreams.
Guided voices, dissolving rhythms, and silence with a pulse.
Welcome to the Dream Window.

Reveilution is the musical journey of Jay, a 20-year-old singer-songwriter with a passion for blending genres and telling unapologetically honest stories.
Drawing from influences across rock, indie, emo, pop, and beyond, Reveilution turns personal highs and lows into songs that connect on a deeply human level.
Each track is a piece of Jay’s life — unfiltered, melodic, and emotionally charged — inviting listeners to feel, reflect, and find their own meaning in the music.

I am a composer and sync licensing artist that enjoys creating music for advertising, film, television. games and social media.

🎙️ Independent storyteller | 🇺🇸🇲🇽 | Voice through survival
I use AI-assisted tools to co-create some of my music, but every lyric, edit, and emotional heartbeat is mine.

All songs are legally licensed for commercial release. I rewrite, restructure, and remix every line until it reflects real life — mine, and maybe yours too.

If it helps even one person feel less alone in their frustration, grief, or journey… then it was worth creating.

🧠 Music built from survival.
🫀 Songs crafted with truth.
🤖 Powered by technology. Driven by heart.

The Brahma Kumaris World Spiritual University (UK), a registered charity since 1975, opens its doors every day of the year to students from all walks of life, cultures and backgrounds to study Raja Yoga meditation. Students find that meditating in this way daily brings a lot of peace and positivity to their lives.

We also join together with many national and local organisations and diverse communities, helping to enhance the wellbeing of people in different spheres of society.

We work across the UK in more than 40 locations and are part of a network of organisations offering activities in over 110 countries. Our spiritual headquarters is in Mount Abu, in the Aravali mountain range, Rajasthan, India.

Brahma Kumaris, UK was established as a Registered Charity in 1975 and charges no fees for any of its activities, being funded by voluntary contributions.

Registered Charity No: England & Wales (269971) and Scotland (SC040512).

I have written mostly celtic-Christian music for my stage production, Monarchess. Irish music melts my heart, but I also write pop, country and R&B. I am a graduate of Belmont U in Nashville (1991), so I have an appreciation of all genres from all decades of commercial music.

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