I still see the faces in that dim-lit room,
Where the air was thick with my trembling tunes.
You clapped like I’d hung up the stars that night,
And your kindness became my guiding light.
You gave me your time, your ears, your hearts,
And piece by piece, you built my start.
From the first note I sang to the last I’ll write,
You’ve been the reason I survive the night.
Through every tear, every laugh, every song,
You’ve been the steady where I belong.
From first to last, you’ve carried me through,
every word I sing,
I sing for you.
(I sing for you.)
I ....sing ....for ......you.....
I’ve seen your hands raised in a sea of phone light,
Your voices weaving through the quiet nights.
You’ve held my stories like they were your own,
And in your grace, I’ve never felt alone.
You gave me your time, your ears, your hearts,
And piece by piece, you built my start.
We all see the stars in their stadium shows,
Spotlights blazing, the confetti flows.
And we think if we hustle, stay true to the craft,
Maybe one day we’ll stand where they’re at.
But that’s not the dream, not the reason we fight,
It’s the face in the crowd when the song feels right.
It’s the tear held back, the smile that climbs,
The foot that taps in perfect time.
It’s the finger that snaps, the body that sways,
The courage to dance in a brand-new way.
It’s one soul daring to take a chance,
To hear your song and start to dance.
That’s why we write, that’s why we sing,
Not for the trophies or the glittering things.
It’s the moment you see someone’s spirit ignite,
And you know your music just changed their night.
So I’ll keep on grinding, I’ll keep on true,
Every verse I bleed is a gift to you.
Not chasing the fame, not chasing the crown,
But the love in the room when the beat goes down.
From the first note I sang to the last I’ll write,
You’ve been the reason I survive the night.
Through every tear, every laugh, every song,
You’ve been the steady where I belong.
From first to last, you’ve carried me through,
every word I sing,
I sing for you.
(I sing for you.)
I ....sing ....for ......you.....
I’ve stumbled, I’ve fallen, I’ve lost my way,
But you were the dawn to my darkest days.
You taught me my voice was worth every fight,
Your love turned my whispers into a path so right.
From the first note I sang to the last I’ll write,
You’ve been the reason I survive the night.
Through every tear, every laugh, every song,
You’ve been the steady where I belong.
From first to last, you’ve carried me through,
every word I sing,
I sing for you.
(I sing for you.)
I ....sing ....for ......you.....
So here’s my heart, my thanks, my truth,
For every moment I’ve spent with you.
From first to last, you’ve made me who I am,
And I’ll sing for you as long as I can.
From first to last, you’ve carried me through,
every word I sing,
( every word I sing)
I sing for you.
(I sing for you.)
I ....sing ....for ......you.....

Please Dance this on to your playlist ..So much thanks... WHY🎧 SPACE
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The Steady  by WHY🎧 SPACE

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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