In a canyon where the daylight dies
Old Jim walked in with troubled eyes
Chasing after one small piece of ground
But the papers slipped and fluttered to the ground
Later on by the lantern glow
He found Mary by the river slow
Words went sharp and something broke inside
And he walked away while she stayed by the tide

Out on the frontier, under all that sky
Some hearts break and never learn why
No easy truth, no simple line
Just a quiet ache that lives in time

At first light came the sheriff’s horse
Heavy steps on a steady course
Jim said softly he meant no harm
But her memory wrapped around his arm
They led him down where the shadows lean
By a wooden frame on the edge of town green
He closed his eyes, no more alibis
Only empty wind and unanswered cries

Out on the frontier, under all that sky
Some hearts break and never learn why
No easy truth, no simple line
Just a quiet ache that lives in time

Tumbleweeds roll where the teardrops fell
Old stories linger like a distant bell
The land keeps secrets in its weathered hands
Silent witnesses in the desert sand

Now Mary’s name is a breath at night
In every candle and every prayer light
Jim’s old boots sit by the cabin door
Dust on the floorboards, footsteps no more
The frontier moves in its endless way
Sun up, sun down, just another day
So guard your heart when you chase your claim
Greed is a spark that can turn into flame

Out on the frontier, under all that sky
Some hearts break and never learn why
No easy truth, no simple line
Just a quiet ache that lives in time
Out on the frontier, where the wild winds roam
We carry our ghosts on the long way home

No easy truth (Folk Pop reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

No easy truth (Folk Pop reload)

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