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

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

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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

A song about seeing the world again — not as it’s built, but as it breathes.
“Windows of My Eyes” drifts through memory and landscape, finding poetry in the ordinary: trees like smoke, skies like thought, the quiet hum between man and machine.

Carried by shimmering guitars, distant drums, and vocals half in dream, half in prayer, it’s a view from the edge of reflection — where time slows, light bends, and nature speaks in its own forgotten language.

Look long enough, and the world begins to look back.

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