Tired of Proving

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Here I knew
As the night your dreams has stayed
They fought you, listened, but I'm taking your "Stay gold"

Stay gold


Well, I heard you
This for my now, you
Why are you calling your race, you all, but come through, you?


Where it goes
I'll throw away
I'll throw away
Oh, this window


Don't need
To see what you're making, you're one of a day
Why are you running, why are you running to the great nights?


Ciao Pirata

Stay gold

Fellowship OF The Unashamed 

V.1: 

I am a part of the fellowship  

Whose members live and profess unashamed  

We declare our decision was made to testify about our Lord   

We are Disciples, all who follow Him  

We are Believers, we won't back up. 

Not ever let up, nor ever slow down. We're unashamed  

Chorus:  

Still and silent we will never no can not be  

For we're Disciples. Truth Believers. We follow Him  

By Faith we live. On Him we lean.  

The fellowship of the unashamed  

The fellowship of the unashamed  

V.2: 

In difficulties we pray on through  

Though tested again and again we're sustained  

Day after day He takes all our troubles we have only to trust unashamed   

Our hearts hold Him secure within  

His disciples we follow Him  

Believers. The fellowship of the unashamed  

Chorus: 

Still and silent we will never no can not be  

For we're Disciples. Truth Believers. We follow Him  

By Faith we live. On Him we lean.  

The fellowship of the unashamed  

The fellowship of the unashamed  

Outro: 

Forever and ever Amen. We are the fellowship of the unashamed. Amen.  

We are the fellowship of the unashamed  

Forever and ever Amen. We are the fellowship of the unashamed

Fellowship Of The Unashamed

A ten-step descent through public downfall and personal resurrection

Scars Like Medals

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Breaking My Rules

Every story has to begin somewhere — this is where love finds its voice.
“The First Word” captures the moment before everything changes: the courage to speak, the trembling honesty of a simple truth finally said out loud.

Just voice and guitar, raw and unfiltered.
It’s the start of a conversation that will echo through every song that follows — a confession written in sound, not ink.

✨ Every love begins with the first word.

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The First Word

You’re The Lesson Who Made Me Who I Am 
©Schantell Wharton


You’re The Lesson Who Made Me Who I Am

You Were Loved

You were the right kind of wrong,
The fight I still hum along.
If I could go back, I’d play that song,
And let it ruin me all night long.
Yeah, you were the right kind of wrong.

Right Kind of Wrong

Summary

An intense art-pop ballad about losing a loved one, moving through grief, and finding the first steps toward renewal. The narrator inhabits rooms of memory and physical traces—photographs, coffee rings, footprints—while bargaining with time and shadow. The song transforms mourning into a quest: bargaining becomes movement, silence becomes a map, and the grief itself is reframed as a lantern to guide onward. Tension is structured through intimate verses, urgent pre-choruses, and an ascending, climactic chorus that shifts key and opens into communal resolve. By the final refrain the narrator accepts change, carries the lost presence like weather, and commits to climbing the hill toward a new day.

Lyrics

Title: I will climb that hill

Verse 1  
A thin light writes the lines where we lay  
Cold air holds your name between the day  
I pace the rooms where memory insists  
Shadows file their secrets on my wrists

Pre-Chorus 1  
If bargaining could borrow back a breath  
If trade could cut the margin of your death

Chorus  
I will run where the sky will fold and bend  
Pull the hours backward; make the ending mend  
Lift this heavy ledger, learn the language still  
I will cross the quiet country, I will climb that hill

Verse 2  
Photographs like smuggled islands in the dark  
Your laugh a lighthouse flashing one last spark  
I sift the small proofs that kept the world alive  
Cobwebbed mugs and midnight trains that used to drive

Pre-Chorus 2  
If I could swap my shadow for your light again  
If silence had a coin to spend

Chorus  
I will run where the sky will fold and bend  
Pull the hours backward; make the ending mend  
Lift this heavy ledger, learn the language still  
I will cross the quiet country, I will climb that hill

Verse 3  
Soft rain arranges footprints into songs  
Wind erases margins where our pages belong  
I learn the tiny freedoms you left unsealed  
Teach these trembling hands the prayers you never revealed

Bridge  
There is a river stitched across my sleep  
Stone by stone I carry what I keep  
The moon leans in and teaches me to yield  
Every closed door is also an unsealed field

Pre-Build  
I will trade the ache for a map of stars  
I will talk to the wreckage like to a scar

Breakdown  
Breathe in the hollow; breathe out your name  
Folded in ember, I learn from the flame  
The world rearranges; I remain the same  
Worn softer now, shaped by your refrain

Chorus — Climactic  
I will run where the sky will fold and bend  
Pull the hours backward; feel the past unbend  
Lift this heavy ledger, learn the language still  
I will cross the quiet country, I will climb that hill

Chorus — Call and Response  
I will run — you will walk with me in wind  
I will call — and hear your name beneath the din  
I will hold — the grief becomes a lantern bright  
I will move — and carry you into the light

Outro  
When morning breaks I will be newly made  
I keep you like the weather; fierce, then staid  
Though roads remember every step I still  
I will move, I will gather, I will climb that hill.

© 2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. All rights reserved.  
Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.

I will climb that hill

Beauty in the ruins VI

I write songs because I must. A compulsion, one might say, These songs often evolve from thoughts that sometimes lead me to think, "I wonder how that would sound if put to music." See, it's a compulsion. Oh, and therapy...can't forget the therapy.
B.T.W., these creations are available for licensing. All Rights, Privileges, and Copyrights belong to the author/creator: ME.

Fellowship Of The Unashamed

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