Songs

Yes, I see you even when you turn away When words fall short, then slip away There’s something deep behind your eyes A quiet strength you haven’t realized Some mornings feel farther than before Like you’re standing just outside a door Your voice arrives, but not your ease Your thoughts drift off so carefully Some days feel heavier than they seem Like you’re holding a half-remembered dream But underneath the weight you’re moving through Your heart still knows what’s true Be ki

I woke to a stirring deep inside, a pulse, uncertain, yet alive. Life stood before me, not as a promise, but a road unfolding in morning light Mesmerized, I set out on a trip, started walking the winding road, I walked on, no map, no sign, just a small flame burning inside. The road was kind, the road was cruel, wandering wild, breaking each rule. It cut my feet, yet lit the sky, each fall taught me how to rise. And I walked on, I walked on, the road is, where I belong. There

There’s a sting inside my heart a sharp ache — quiet, but breaks me apart No one sees it, no one knows, but I can feel it when it grows. So I smile to hide the storm, pretend I’m fine, pretend I’m warm, pretend the pain is far away — but it stays, it stays, it stays. How do I say that breathing burns? That every step — the world just turns a little heavier, a little slow, and walking feels like letting go? So I wear my calm like skin, tuck the trembling deep within, pretend m

Until you came into my life, I was breathing, but not alive. I never knew what living meant, Till I found the love you sent. Now every breath reminds me so, This world feels heavy, hard to go— For living is impossible, Without you… without you. Without you in my arms I get lost, I need your warmth, Even smiles don’t hide the tears, Lonely through the crowd I steer. Every joy feels empty and small, Nothing feels like life at all— For living is impossible, Without you… without

This is the song version of my poem "Letting Go " . Just a humble attempt to add a melody and voice to the emotions. I held you tight, my little one, Just wasn’t ready to let you go. Too afraid you’d face the storms alone — the wind, the cold, and the unknown. But most of all, I feared this cruel world. Would it let you be? Would it let you fly? Would it let you grow? I was afraid— Would it let you find your happiness, See your beauty I’ve always known? Will you fly beyond y