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When you feel that your love is slipping away emotions run riot insecurity sets in 

Until Then Singer

Went back to my old school one year which inspired the lyrics 

Summer fields

Its Time rap

Oceans of the Mind R&B

When you close your eyes your universe is waiting - Lush and dreamlike, Oceans of the Mind invites the listener to drift into the infinite realm within. A meditation on imagination and inner freedom, it explores a world without boundaries — a kingdom where light and darkness dance, and every possibility is yours to shape. Timeless and expansive, it celebrates the mind as a universe waiting to be explored.

Oceans of the Mind r&b-hiphop

"The Artist’s Breath" is a meditative ballad about memory, legacy, and the quiet power of art. With imagery of horns, meadows, cowbells, and winds that carry whispers of the past, the song paints a living canvas of how music preserves our stories. It moves like a ritual — tender verses recalling what was lost, swelling choruses celebrating life’s evolution, and a bridge that invites the listener to keep the echoes alive.

This is a song for those who feel the weight of time, who see art as a way of remembering, and who believe that every note, every breath, can plant seeds for the future.

The Artists Breath

A lyrical retelling of humanity’s first fall — from the breath of creation to the serpent’s deception, and the lingering echo of original sin. This piece weaves scripture-inspired imagery with timeless reflection, asking: Who bears the blame for the sins of the past when their shadow still haunts the present?

ORIGINAL SIN

NATURE’S OWN LANGUAGE

A song about listening — really listening — to the quiet truth the world is always speaking.
“Windows of My Eyes” moves through fields, skies, and fading light, where human noise softens and the earth’s own voice hums beneath it all.

Shimmering guitars drift like clouds over steady drums; vocals echo with wonder and melancholy.
It’s the sound of connection rediscovered — the moment when silence begins to translate itself into music.

Before words, there was this — nature’s own language.

Natures own language

Thoughts and Ones

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