Ashes of summer Vol. 3

Lyrics:

You walk forever guarded
your eyes mistrust the light
Not every sound is danger
not every hug a fight

Not everyone comes to hurt you
not everyone carries hate
Sometimes a silent gesture
holds more than fear or fate

Not everyone comes to hurt you
Not everyone stares with hate
Not everyone seeks to bind you
Not everyone tries to break

You breathe like one defending
a blow that won’t return
Stillness can be an answer
though hard for you to learn

Not everyone comes to hurt you
not everyone brings despair
Sometimes a hand extended
holds more than harsh repair

Not everyone comes to hurt you
Not everyone stares with hate
Not everyone seeks to bind you
Not everyone tries to break

You hardened from the bruises
but not all hands intend
Some only want to linger
without the need to bend

Not everyone comes to hurt you
not everyone brings despair
Sometimes a hand extended
holds more than harsh repair

Not everyone comes to hurt you
Not everyone stares with hate
Not everyone seeks to bind you
Not everyone tries to break

Lower your guard—just for a breath
let the wind brush past your name
Fear may not leave overnight
but you might see peace... remains

The cave

No compass

Mount all voids

Law, Ravager of Evil

Welcome to my weekend

Lyrics:

I was a seed beneath the ground
waiting for signs from the sky above
No compass or map in my hand
but the sun gave me a silent plan

And I can give bread, I can give warmth
even when the world feels cold and torn
Be a grain that feeds, that lights the way
growing roots where love can stay

And I can give bread, I can give warmth
even when the world feels cold and torn
Be a grain that feeds, that lights the way
growing roots where love can stay

Shaped by frost and summer’s flame
patience carved my humble frame
Through the weeds and winds I grew
learning strength in what is true

And I can give bread, I can give warmth
even when the world feels cold and torn
Be a grain that feeds, that lights the way
growing roots where love can stay

Even when the soil is dry and bare
a fragile sprout can still declare
That from the dust, life will rise
with silent faith beneath the skies

And I can give bread, I can give warmth
even when the world feels cold and torn
Be a grain that feeds, that lights the way
growing roots where love can stay

And if they harvest me someday
may what I gave still find its way

Harvest

The Way They Taught Me

Silver moon

Paper crown

Run, deer

You walk forever guarded
your eyes mistrust the light
Not every sound is danger
not every hug a fight

Not everyone comes to hurt you
not everyone carries hate
Sometimes a silent gesture
holds more than fear or fate

Not everyone comes to hurt you
Not everyone stares with hate
Not everyone seeks to bind you
Not everyone tries to break

You breathe like one defending
a blow that won’t return
Stillness can be an answer
though hard for you to learn

Not everyone comes to hurt you
not everyone brings despair
Sometimes a hand extended
holds more than harsh repair

Not everyone comes to hurt you
Not everyone stares with hate
Not everyone seeks to bind you
Not everyone tries to break

You hardened from the bruises
but not all hands intend
Some only want to linger
without the need to bend

Not everyone comes to hurt you
not everyone brings despair
Sometimes a hand extended
holds more than harsh repair

Not everyone comes to hurt you
Not everyone stares with hate
Not everyone seeks to bind you
Not everyone tries to break

Lower your guard—just for a breath
let the wind brush past your name
Fear may not leave overnight
but you might see peace... remains

Lower Your Guard

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In case you're wondering: I composed all the music myself. The melody came from my own voice, and I guided the AI to arrange instruments based on it. My goal is collaboration — to inspire real singers and composers to take it further. That’s what creation is truly about. I  see AI as a tool — not a replacement, but an extension of human creativity.

The message matters, the medium too. Truth, regardless of how it's expressed, always finds its way. So instead of complaining, evolve. Adapt. The future doesn’t wait.