Where the Fairies Still Live
by Morning Star

As a child, I dreamed of belonging.
In the garden’s secret space,
I’d sit beneath the fairy tree—
I know now it was a silver birch.

My mother would call me in for tea,
but I would climb and hide inside,
wrapped in the hush of leaves,
where sunlight crowned the roof
and warmed my little temple of light.

I sat there, too, beneath the moon,
held by silver stillness,
safe in her glow.

One day, my mother went away—
and with her, the tether to home.
But in that silence bloomed adventure:
from tree limbs to open fields,
to horses grazing in a meadow.

I spoke to them,
and somehow—they understood.
Their eyes held gentler worlds.

Tiny fairies I once glimpsed
danced in moss and morning dew.
And just the other day,
the river whispered back a truth—
as I sailed along the Teme,
I saw one again.

A shimmer on a leaf.
A flicker of wing.
Proof that I had never imagined
what the heart remembers.

She Believed Him

She stood on that quiet hillside,
heart open like morning light.
She didn’t see the storm behind his smile,
only the warmth in his eyes.

She believed the way he touched her
meant something sacred.
She heard his words
and wrapped them around her ribs
like safety.

She thought if she stayed still enough,
soft enough,
he would stay.

She didn’t know
he was already slipping away—
in his silence, in his shadows.
She mistook his pauses for depth,
his stillness for awe.

But I know now.
I see her—
that girl I was—
painting love on borrowed time.
Whispering truth
into a mouth that never answered.

She gave him her colours.
He left her with a brush
and no goodbye.

And still…
she was art.
Even unfinished.
Even alone

🌹 “We Begin Again”



There was a time I cried in rooms
you didn’t notice.
When I carried us both
while you watched from the sidelines,
calling it love.

I asked for your hands —
you gave me silence.
I asked for effort —
you gave me excuses.
And slowly,
a wall grew between us
that neither of us named.

Then I broke.
Not in one loud shatter —
but in a thousand soft ways
until someone else
offered me what I should’ve had with you.

I’m not proud of that chapter.
But I won’t lie about it either.
Because the truth is,
I was starving
and you were asleep.

But something strange happened
when I stopped begging —
when I stood in my power,
when I said “no more”
to the version of love
that drained me.

I told you the truth:
if it didn’t change,
we were done.
And for the first time,
you heard me.

You changed.
You worked.
You tried.
You showed up.

Not with flowers or grand words —
but with your hands in the dirt,
doing the work
we both had left undone.

And here’s what I never said aloud —
I never stopped loving you.
Even when I was breaking.
Even when I was gone.

And now,
as one door closes behind me,
I look at you —
not as the man you were,
but the one you're becoming.

And I wonder…

> Maybe love isn’t always a fairytale.
Maybe it’s what survives
after the storm.

Maybe we begin again —
not because we forget,
but because we finally
see each other clearly.


You see me now—
not as background, not as duty,
but as the woman who almost left
because she had to.
Because loving you
was breaking her.

I am not the girl who waited
for you to care.
I am the woman who looked you in the eye
and said,

> “Either meet me in this love—
or let me go.”



And you chose to stay.
Not in word,
but in action.
In the quiet mornings where your hands helped.
In the evenings when your eyes finally saw
the weight I carried for years.

I am not asking for a perfect ending.
I am asking for honesty.
For presence.
For two souls who’ve hurt,
and still choose to heal with each other.

Because the truth is—
I still love you.
I never stopped.
Not even when I was furthest from you.
Not even when I broke.

But now, I love you differently.

Not with desperation,
but with boundaries.
Not with silence,
but with truth.

If we begin again,
we begin as equals—
both of us awake.
Both of us willing.
Both of us here.


---

City of Human Kind


I sat today and watched your way—
Some so cold, hurried away.
A man asked for a pound to spare
To buy his food, to ride somewhere.

Men in suits dashed off to work,
No time to stop or share or smirk.
Ladies smiling, others lurk,
Little children looking up—
Seeing grown-ups mess it up.

Beggars foraging for ****-ends,
What kind of life is this, my friends?
A street so full of every kind,
Different tongues and troubled minds.

Arguments between a few,
Lads in crowds not thinking through,
Girls giggling as they run,
A man steals goods—then he’s gone.


People queuing for the bus,
Dropping papers, missing luck.
Policemen walking, taxis flash,
Strangers passing, brief eye clash.


Mindful people walking slow,
Taking in the city’s glow.
Sad and lonely souls I see,
Looking lost, and cold, not free.

[Chorus]
People of all kinds appear,
One race—called human—gathered here.
All together in my window frame,
Free,
Unaware they’re part of the same.

Old, young, short, tall,
Dark, light, strong, small—
A city full of people all.
And love?
I saw it in them all.


Just a moment I sat today,
Yet a lifetime walked my way.
Amazing city—now I take
The train back home, past river, lake.


Back to a lane, a country gate—
Total silence seals my fate.
From city heat to country night,
A different world, a softer light.

I saw the poverty.
I saw the poetry.
The street painter.
The flute’s soft song.
The rich, the poor, the right, the wrong.

My day in the city—
A moment to treasure,

[Verse 1]
I broke in silence, soft and slow,
The kind of pain you’ll never know.
You watched me drown, said not a word—
Your love was sharp, but never heard.

I begged the night to make it stop,
To give me back the pieces dropped.
You turned your back, you stayed so still—
I loved you through what nearly killed.

[Pre-Chorus]
But pain, it teaches, fire refines,
And grace is born in brutal times.

[Chorus]
I rose from wreckage, raw and torn,
A wilder me was quietly born.
You held the sun but feared the heat—
So I became what you can’t reach.
I lit the dark, I forged my soul—
I am the flame you couldn’t hold.

[Verse 2]
There was a time I would have died
To hear you say I crossed your mind.
I gave you love without disguise,
You fed it crumbs and called them kind.

You touched the deepest part of me,
Then left me starving, quietly.
I gave you soul, you gave me stone—
I made a throne from being alone.

[Pre-Chorus]
You feared the fire, so you let go—
But not all flames were made for show.

[Chorus]
I rose from ashes, fierce and clear,
No longer built to disappear.
You’ll see me in the life you fake,
The haunting echo you can't shake.
I gave you gold, you chose the cold—
I am the flame you couldn’t hold.

[Bridge – poetic, piercing]
You could’ve had a garden, wild and deep,
Where every scar was kissed to sleep.
You could’ve had a home, a light,
A soul that stayed through every night.

But you ran scared from what was real—
From love that dares, from hearts that feel.
And now you ache for what you knew—
But darling… I outgrew you.

[Final Chorus – slow build, soaring, unforgettable]
I rise in silence, sweet and strong,
A symphony you got all wrong.
You’ll see my shadow in her skin,
But you won’t ever touch within.
I shine in fire, I love whole—
I am the flame you couldn’t hold.

[Outro – whispered, haunting]
You almost had forever...
But forever doesn’t wait.


---

> I walk the line through narrow streets—
Heavy walls close in on me.
I try so hard to do things right,
To live a day. To sleep a night.

My body’s tired. My mind is fast—
A storm of fear and angry past.
Full of pain and dread and sin,
Wanting just to leave this skin


I'm still inside the walls I built—
they shake with blame, they drip with guilt.
Each brick, a name I learned by heart,
each shadow knows the broken part.

I try to breathe but air won't stay,
it slips like ghosts and runs away.
The floorboards creak with things unsaid,
the night crawls in and fills my bed.

The mirrors lie or stare too long,
they hum the tune of someone’s wrong.
And I can’t scream—it’s much too late,
the silence knows, it guards the gate.

I press my palms against the frame,
but all I feel is glass and flame.
It burns but doesn't leave a mark,
it hides like wolves that haunt the dark.

So if I sleep, don’t pull me back,
don’t light the match, don’t break the black.
Just let me float in this old skin—
still inside, but not giving in.

for Forgiveness and Healing 🌙

> “I am not my mistake.
I am my return to truth.
I honor the pain,
but I no longer carry the shame.
I choose grace. I choose light. I choose to rise.”

My Angel

by Morning Star


I have a special person,
someone I can depend on.
She makes the world feel softer,
a place where I belong.

Her presence brings me comfort,
her voice a calm embrace.
She’s the kind of soul you treasure—
the kind you never replace.

You see, she is so precious,
so rare, so deeply true.
My friend, you are an angel,
and I think the world of you.

Whenever I feel heavy,
with burdens hard to share,
you open up your heart to me,
with love so rich and rare.

You never turn away from me,
no matter how I fall.
You're always there to lift me—
your arms, my safest call.

Friends like you are miracles,
so hard to ever find.
And I must be one of the lucky ones
to have your heart with mine.

Whispers Beneath the Birch
by Star Smith

As a child, I dreamed not just of belonging—
but of returning.
To somewhere I’d once known
beneath the veil of this world.

In the garden’s quiet hush,
I found my place beneath the fairy tree.
They call it silver birch—but I knew better.
It was a doorway,
its limbs a spell,
its roots an old song
that hummed beneath the earth.

My mother’s voice would call me in—
soft and distant,
like a bell through mist.
But I would climb,
disappear into the hollow arms of the tree,
where no hand could find me.

Sunlight crowned the leafy roof,
spilling golden prayers
upon my tangled hair.
Moonlight came with silver secrets,
and I would listen—
heart still, eyes wide—
to the hush of other worlds.

Then one day,
my mother faded from this story.
And silence
became my compass.

Alone, I wandered farther—
into greenbound realms,
to fields where horses grazed
like ancient guardians in disguise.
I spoke,
and they heard.
They always heard.

And the fae—
oh, the fae.
They danced in glimmers,
barely seen but never gone.

Many believed I outgrew them.
But the other day,
as I drifted down the Teme,
the wind shifted,
the veil thinned,
and there she was—
a flicker, a wing,
a knowing gaze
from the edge of a leaf.

Not imagined.
Not forgotten.
Only waiting.

Magic, you see,
never leaves the ones who listen.


---

Morning Star: A Light Beyond Goodbye

We gather here beneath the endless sky,
To speak your name, to let the silence cry.
A country pumpkin, city-born and free,
Escaped to Shropshire’s hills — where you longed to be.

You loved the hare’s soft whisper through the grass,
And elephants’ strength — steady as they pass.
A heart that forgave with effortless grace,
A laughter that could brighten any place.

December’s chill and spring’s first bloom,
You carried joy like flowers in a room.
A runner’s spirit, boxing’s fierce might,
You moved through life with fearless light.

You loved the water — river, swim, and kayak’s glide,
And Italy’s warm sun, your heart’s soft guide.
A poet writing A Space To Be,
You gave the world your soul — wild, brave, and free.

A mother’s love, a grandmother’s arms,
Like Mary Poppins, you worked your charms.
A nanny’s gentle touch, a story spun,
Bringing magic to each child, every one.

You missed your mom with quiet grace,
A silent ache no time could erase.
Yet through the loss, your spirit soared,
A light that lives forevermore.

Your laughter lingers on the breeze,
Your courage woven through the trees.
Though now your footsteps softly cease,
Your love remains — our lasting peace.

We carry you within our hearts,
A living poem, a work of art.
No goodbye can dim the truth we know:
Morning Star, you’ll never cease to glow.

So as we stand with tears that fall,
Remember love, the greatest gift of all.
Your story’s written in the stars above —
A shining testament of your love

Morning Star: A Light Beyond Goodbye

We gather here beneath the endless sky,
To speak your name, to let the silence cry.
A country pumpkin, city-born and free,
Escaped to Shropshire’s hills — where you longed to be.

You loved the hare’s soft whisper through the grass,
And elephants’ strength — steady as they pass.
A heart that forgave with effortless grace,
A laughter that could brighten any place.

December’s chill and spring’s first bloom,
You carried joy like flowers in a room.
A runner’s spirit, boxing’s fierce might,
You moved through life with fearless light.

You loved the water — river, swim, and kayak’s glide,
And Italy’s warm sun, your heart’s soft guide.
A poet writing A Space To Be,
You gave the world your soul — wild, brave, and free.

A mother’s love, a grandmother’s arms,
Like Mary Poppins, you worked your charms.
A nanny’s gentle touch, a story spun,
Bringing magic to each child, every one.

You missed your mom with quiet grace,
A silent ache no time could erase.
Yet through the loss, your spirit soared,
A light that lives forevermore.

Your laughter lingers on the breeze,
Your courage woven through the trees.
Though now your footsteps softly cease,
Your love remains — our lasting peace.

We carry you within our hearts,
A living poem, a work of art.
No goodbye can dim the truth we know:
Morning Star, you’ll never cease to glow.

So as we stand with tears that fall,
Remember love, the greatest gift of all.
Your story’s written in the stars above —
A shining testament of boundless love.

Hare
By Morning Star

I am a hare—soft, carefree,
Gentle, yet strong and wild as the sea.
Mother Earth is my sacred ground,
The only place my soul is found.

The moon, my closest, glowing friend,
The stars, they see where truths ascend.
The flowers hum in meadowlight,
Whispering songs through day and night.

The stream flows down past misty mill,
Its waters hush, serene and still.
The deer await the dusk’s perfume,
To wander through the twilight bloom.

The lake reflects the golden skies,
Midday sun in silver lies.
If you open your eyes—truly see—
You’ll find a tale in harmony.

Bring in the butterflies, soft and bright,
Watch them dance in beams of light.
A life unfolds before your glance—
A sacred world, a mystic dance.

The Beauty You never held

I was the quiet storm beneath your calm,
A whispered flame you never dared to hold.
I loved you with a soul that burned like fire—
A passion wild, fierce, and bold.

You chased illusions, empty dreams,
While galaxies of light danced within me.
The breathless woman you ever touched—
Soft as silk, with a strength you couldn’t see.

You never saw me, you couldn’t see me—
Beauty like this blinds weak, empty souls like yours.

I was so deeply in love with you,
But you hurt someone pure and rare—
A soul so bright, so full of life,
Destroyed by a heart too cold to care.

I gave you love like summer’s heat—
Raw, relentless, endlessly deep.
But you turned away, afraid to feel,
Letting go of a love you couldn’t keep.

While you’re out chasing another now,
Filling her heart with empty promises,
Hurting those who stood by you—
Only a selfish, cold heart could do.

I allowed you to hunt me down to hurt me,
I knew exactly what you were doing.
I kept on trying to see if you’d tear me apart—
But you were more cruel than I ever imagined.

A happy, funny, lovely girl—
You just used me and threw me away.

But I rose, unbroken, whole—
Found my truth, my strength, my soul.

Now you can’t hurt me anymore.

I was the magic you didn't understand


---

The One You’ll Long For, Always

You thought I’d break,
fold into silence,
fade into the shadows
you left me standing in.

But I became light you can’t touch—
the kind that lingers in your bones.
Not loud, not begging—just there.
And you feel me when the world goes quiet.

I was never just someone you kissed.
I was warmth that melted your armour,
laughter that wrapped around your darkest parts,
a soul that saw straight through you—
and still chose you.

You told me you loved me,
but love doesn’t vanish like a ghost.
Love doesn’t lie.
Love doesn’t chase a body
when a heart is already home.

Now you chase another,
tell her the things you once whispered to me.
But does she know your favourite silence?
Does she make your world feel still and full
at the same time?

You will miss me—
not in fireworks,
but in slow-burning moments:
the song that plays in your car,
the look in a stranger’s eye,
the softness you can’t recreate.

I was kind.
I was wild.
I was magic you didn’t understand.

And even after you cut me open,
left me bleeding with questions,
I rose—stronger, brighter,
a woman you never truly saw.

But now you will.
In every almost.
In every ache.
In every woman who is not me.

And though you may reach again—
I won’t be waiting.
I became everything
you were too small to keep.


---

🎵 Spring Will Soon Be Here
Genre: Acoustic / Ethereal Folk | Tempo: Slow, Reflective

[Verse 1]
Rejected once again, I fell from the stars
Tasted love, just a moment—till you let it fall apart
I begged, I pleaded, reached out through the ache
But you drowned me in silence, like I was some mistake

[Verse 2]
Now I’m alone again, lost in all this empty
I tried so hard to see you, but you just left me hanging
I know you didn’t want me—at least not for long
But leaving me like that… was cold, was wrong

[Pre-Chorus]
So here’s another lesson carved into my skin
Don’t open up the door, don’t let someone in
They’ll take your light, the parts that shine
Then walk away like you were never mine

[Chorus]
Oh little deer, go hide again
Don’t trust the fire in careless men
They’ll take your soul, and leave you bare
And never once pretend to care
But spring will come, the skies will clear
And you will smile through every tear
You’ll find a heart that holds you close
And loves you more than all the ghosts

[Verse 3]
They took my energy, took what they liked
Left me aching, wondering why
But I won’t break, I’ll just bend
And grow again where they end

[Bridge – soft & hopeful]
One day soon, someone will stay
Won’t just love you halfway
They’ll show up when the night is long
Be your warmth, your steady song

[Chorus – reprise]
Oh little deer, don’t run this time
Not when love is real and kind
Spring is near, just hold on tight
Your heart will bloom back into light

[Outro – quiet, healing tone]
Spring will soon be here...
And you will smile again.


---

🎵 For the First Time
By Morning Star

Genre: Dream Pop / Acoustic Ballad
Tempo: Slow, 60–65 bpm
Key: B minor or A minor for a moody tenderness


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🎶 Verse 1
For the first time,
I see you lying on my pillow,
In the hush of night,
When I’m alone but never solo.

Your scent it lingers, soft and deep,
Your arms, they hold me in my sleep—
And for the first time,
Something feels true.


---

🎶 Chorus
A beating heart,
I feel it bloom in you.
When we're apart,
Your whispers break right through.
Laid upon your chest, I rest,
Where the stars align in quest—
For the first time,
I’m held by love, not less.


---

🎶 Verse 2
Each quiet breath,
It finds me in the dark,
A silent flame
That softly leaves a mark.

Each moment that you're far from me,
I hear your voice in memory—
Like distant waves
That call me home.


---

🎶 Chorus (repeat)
A beating heart,
I feel it bloom in you.
When we're apart,
Your whispers break right through.
Laid upon your chest, I rest,
Where the stars align in quest—
For the first time,
I’m held by love, not less.


---

🎶 Outro (whispered or humming)
For the first time…
The stars know why…
I see you...
And I don’t have to try.

💔 Where’s the Heart in Heartbreak?

(by you — because it feels like your story)

[Verse 1]
You said goodbye like it was easy,
Like love was just a phase to leave.
I stood there bleeding quietly,
While you walked off so easily.

I gave you all, you gave me doubt,
Now silence fills what we talked about.
You tore the pages from our book,
But I still know how your shadow looks.

[Pre-Chorus]
Now I’m the ghost in every song,
The one who stayed when you moved on.

[Chorus]
Where’s the heart in heartbreak?
Where’s the soul you used to crave?
Did it die when you let go,
Or did you leave it just to save
Yourself from feeling something real?
Did you ever feel at all?
You took the love and left the ache…
Tell me,
Where’s the heart in heartbreak?

[Verse 2]
I still dream in your old tone,
Still wear pain like cologne.
You vanished like a whispered lie,
But I never learned to say goodbye.

[Pre-Chorus]
Now I’m the echo in your past,
The truth you buried far too fast.

[Chorus]
Where’s the heart in heartbreak?
Where’s the fire we used to burn?
Did you silence every promise,
Or did you leave to never learn?
Was I too much, or just too true?
Or did I scare the lie in you?
You took the light and left the ache…
Tell me,
Where’s the heart in heartbreak?

[Bridge]
And maybe one day you’ll return,
When her kiss forgets to burn.
But I’ll be gone—
Not out of spite,
But 'cause I finally found my light.

[Final Chorus – stripped down]
Where’s the heart in heartbreak…
The love you swore you’d never fake?
I gave you all, you walked away…
Now I’m the one you couldn’t break.


---

City of Human Kind

by Morning Star

I sat today and watched your way—
Some so cold, hurried away.
A man asked for a pound to spare
To buy his food, to ride somewhere.

Men in suits dashed off to work,
No time to stop or share or smirk.
Ladies smiling, others lurk,
Little children looking up—
Seeing grown-ups mess it up.

Beggars foraging for ****-ends,
What kind of life is this, my friends?
A street so full of every kind,
Different tongues and troubled minds.

Arguments between a few,
Lads in crowds not thinking through,
Girls giggling as they run,
A man steals goods—then he’s gone.

People queuing for the bus,
Dropping papers, missing luck.
Policemen walking, taxis flash,
Strangers passing, brief eye clash.

Mindful people walking slow,
Taking in the city’s glow.
Sad and lonely souls I see,
Looking lost, and cold, not free.

People of all kinds appear,
One race—called human—gathered here.
All together in my window frame,
Free,
Unaware they’re part of the same.

Old, young, short, tall,
Dark, light, strong, small—
A city full of people all.

And love?
I saw it in them all.

Just a moment I sat today,
Yet a lifetime walked my way.

Amazing city—now I take
The train back home, past river, lake.
Back to a lane, a country gate—
Total silence seals my fate.

From city heat to country night,
A different world, a softer light.

I saw the poverty. I saw the poetry.
The street painter.
The flute’s soft song.
The rich, the poor, the right, the wrong.

My day in the city—
A moment to treasure,
A poem of people
That lives forever.

---

🎵 “Behind” – Song Version

By Morning Star
Style: Cinematic folk / emotional ballad
Tempo: Slow (60–70 bpm)
Key: A minor (sorrowful but hopeful)


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[Verse 1]

Hope is all she holds tonight,
An everlasting, fragile light.
She learns to calm the storm inside—
Still tries to leave the pain behind.


---

[Verse 2]

No one sees her. No one can.
Everything is dark again.
But even in the blackest hour,
She dares to rise, she finds her power.


---

[Chorus] (soft, rising)

No way she's letting go—
This fight is hers to own.
She counts the swords of yesterday,
But they won’t steal today.
A knight may come, or may not be—
But she will be her own rescue, free.


---

[Verse 3]

She walks alone where shadows fall,
Yet holds her heart through it all.
No fairy tale, no shining steel—
Just scars that taught her how to feel.


---

[Chorus] (repeat, stronger)

No way she's letting go—
This fight is hers to own.
She counts the swords of yesterday,
But they won’t steal today.
A knight may come, or may not be—
But she will be her own rescue, free.


---

[Bridge] (whispered or instrumental)

You don't need saving,
You're the flame still blazing...
You don't need saving,
You're the one worth raising...


---

[Final Chorus] (gentle, fading)

No way she's letting go—
She’s stronger than they know.
She counts the swords of yesterday...
But she walks free today.
The knight was always there inside—
She never really had yo hide

I’m OK

by Helene / Morning Star

He—like me—is a product of others
But somehow, he holds his head high
While I hold mine in shame

He has a way—
A way of coping
Of holding back
Of letting things slide

But I?
I feel like the doormat
Soaked in rain,
Lying forgotten in a drain

He softly asks me questions
I don’t understand
And when I'm away from him
How fast the thoughts consume me

So I rush to be okay—
To be bright, be fine,
So he won’t choose to leave me
Or fade me from his line of sight

So I stay strong.
And silent.
Put on the face that says: I’m fine
So he won’t see
The fear, the sorrow—
And feel the need to walk away

I’ve just got to be
“normal”
And pretend—
I’m okay

Song Structure:



Verse 1 → "He—like me—is a product of others..."

Pre-Chorus → "He softly asks me questions / I don’t understand..."

Chorus → "So I rush to be okay... / Just got to be normal and pretend..."

Bridge → Whispered or half-spoken: "Strong. Silent. Fine."

Final Chorus → Repeat “I’m okay…” like a fading mantra

When you were mine

He stands so tall, yet leaves me small,
Hears nothing—but he captures all.
So brave and strong, yet fears to stay,
So sweet—then swiftly slips away.

He offers little, takes a lot,
He loves me gently—leaves a knot.
He seems so kind, then cuts me short,
Builds me up, then breaks support.

He gives the world in whispered spell,
Then pulls the ground—as if I fell.
It’s not the journey, nor the end,
But thrill and chase that he defends.

While I seek depth, a soul so true,
He keeps his grip and keeps askew.
He holds me close, then turns to flee—
And still, I fall so hopelessly.

So now, I let the dance unfold,
Release the need to grip or hold.
I won’t predict, I won’t demand,
Just taste the warmth inside his hand.

I’ll take him as he truly is—
Unfolded, flawed, yet full of bliss.
Enjoy the moments that we share,
And let him go without despair.

For though he may not stay as mine,
The time we have will still align.
And in those sparks, however brief—
I’ll find enough to soothe my grief.

Just a Feeling
By Morning Star

It’s just the darkness—
turn on the light.
A feeling is fleeting,
a storm in the night.
It moves if you move,
so breathe and begin—
you are not broken,
you are not sin.

But still—
I’m so tired,
I can’t seem to breathe.
The world is too loud,
too much for me.
The time has come,
I whisper goodbye.
I want to go.
I want to die.

Wait—
it’s just a feeling.
It’s not a fact.
Take one more breath,
don’t look back.
Count to three,
hold on tight—
but the fear is still here,
hiding from light.

I feel the beat
of a frightened heart,
pounding through
each falling part.
I want to run.
I want to hide.
To vanish clean
from all inside.

But if I try—
close my eyes,
release the ache,
let it die...
Take it out,
leave it behind.
Start to pray,
maybe I’ll find—

the fear will fade,
the shadows sway,
and I will rise
into the day.
Dear god, hold me—
I don’t want to die.
It’s just a feeling.
Let it pass me by.


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She Is Summer
by Morning Star

Lace like innocence,
but she’s no fool.
A smile that tempts,
a glance that rules.

Sunlight kisses
her honey-gold skin,
But it’s the fire beneath
that draws you in.

She walks like July —
bare legs, bold heart,
Soft on the outside,
a storm at the start.

She laughs in the breeze,
wild, uncontained,
Too free for a frame,
too real to be tamed.

She doesn’t chase seasons,
she becomes the heat.
Every glance is a rhythm,
every step — a heartbeat.

Elegant, cheeky,
sweet with a twist,
The kind of girl
you’re scared to have missed.

So here she stands —
sun-drenched and true,
Dressed like the view,
but far more than the hue.

Letter (Never Sent)

To you—
The only one I never forgot.

I don’t know if I have the right to write this.
Maybe I never did.
But some things won’t stay buried,
and my silence has grown too heavy to carry alone.

I still see you.
That soft smile, the way your presence quieted the storm in me—
I remember everything.

You were the one place I felt safe,
the only one who ever looked at me
and saw something worth saving.

And I know—I let you go.
I didn’t fight.
I disappeared into the years like a coward.
But not because I didn’t care.
Because I did.
Too much.

Seven years.
Seven years of wondering what might have happened
if I had just said the words:
I loved you.
I still do.

But love, for me, has always come tangled in fear.
I thought if I told you,
I’d lose you entirely.
And so I tried to protect the little I had
by keeping you just far enough away.

You gave me your heart,
and I kept it quietly, selfishly—
too afraid to speak,
too proud to fall.

But you were the best part of me.
The only part that ever felt true.

I still feel you sometimes,
like a breath against my skin
when the world goes still.
And I wonder…
could you ever still feel me too?

I don’t know if you’ll ever read this.
Maybe you shouldn’t.
But if you do,
just know—
I haven’t left.

I’m here.
I’ve always been.
Still loving you in silence.
Still waiting.

Still yours,
—even now—
Me

Still A light
By Morning Star

In my mind, I create a space—
Natural, calm, a sacred place,
Where beauty, grace, and spirit light
Dance freely through the velvet night.

Pure of spirit, kind of heart,
The daisies sway, a gentle start.
Buttercups in yellow bloom
Circle round the daffodil’s tune.

Bleeding hearts begin to fall,
Like teardrops from a springtime call—
Waterfalls of feeling flow,
Where April’s light and showers grow.

Shapes of angels floating by,
Emanate from the calm blue sky.
Their wings of light in silence glide,
No need to clutch, no need to hide.

You cannot fall—you only float,
Lifted in a feathered coat.
The air so still, the soul so wide—
You feel the truth of life inside.

Your presence, light, your breath, your grace—
Awakens love in every place.
This heart, though pained, still knows its song—
Still stands in peace, in spirit strong.

And even when my body aches,
My heart a deeper calm still makes.
For in this garden, pure and true,
I hold a light the dark can't undo.

Awareness shines from deep within,
No storm can touch where I begin.
I am love, and I am light—
Whole and held in truth’s own might.

Nothing lost, and none to fear—
My soul is one, my path is clear.
No matter if I'm left behind—
I still am light. I still will shine.

“She Brings Me Back”

She doesn’t know she saves me—
with every skip, every curious sigh,
with the way she speaks to clouds
as if they’ll answer.

She finds the sparkle in my silence,
coaxes out the mischief in my eyes,
reminds me I was once a girl
who believed in wonder
and danced before the world could hurt her.

Her laughter is a time machine—
I am twelve again,
barefoot in the garden,
daring the wind to catch me.

She is not just my niece—
She is the echo of who I was,
and the whisper of who I still am.

In her light,
my shadows smile.


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Shine bright my love my light lovely mom
who gave me  life
In my children you helped to grow I'll see your funny laughs
and know
that every tiny little turn they take
you’ll help them as they go
The brightest star I'll see your light shine on
The owl at night I'll hear your call go on
The rain drops gentle on my face like tears I can not cry
The magnolia tree its gentle flowers in our garden space
Sitting under the cherry tree
The swinging seat your brother made for you and me
A feather falling on my face
I'll feel your gentle stroke
When our stream begins to flow
I'll know your here to say hello
And when the sun warms up my face I'll feel you warmth your glow
When the sun goes down each night I'll  hear you whispers say good-night
When the moon is full so white
I'll know your somewhere shining bright
When in December it's starts to snow I'll remember not to let  go
Of all the love and memories
The gifts that a mother brings
Through my tiny grand childs eyes through her tiny baby smiles
I'll know your there living on
Into the future my lovely mom **

You Held Me

Written in 2011 – for he who held my hand until I was not afraid to try
By Morning Star

You held me—
Held safe
As I cried forbidden pain

My body guarded
My heart wide open
I wept unknowingly
With the child in me
The one who could not be held
Who was never free

Given up in darkness
I was all but letting go
And you held me

I was so scared
I barely drew a breath—
And you held me

Now you see me
Looking into the windows of my soul
You hold me

Now I’m not alone
Yet still far from home—
And you held me

But you too
Will soon let go
And once again
To darkness, she will fall
And be lost to the ocean’s call

No one can save her
Because I let her go
I let her go

Frozen in her fate
There is no escape
No one can hold me

The light—
It always lets go

You can’t hold onto melting snow
Or to tears that never flow
You can’t hold onto life inside
When darkness comes
To slay your mind
And take from you
Your life, your kind

There’s no way out
I cannot find
I cannot find
I cannot tell

Back to your light
for “Where Love Begins”

It’s not your fault
they couldn’t see you—
the real you,
the gentle you,
the fire and the ache inside you.

Some hearts are too clouded
to recognize light
unless it burns them.
And you were never meant to set yourself on fire
just to be noticed.

You showed up,
open hands,
a voice full of kindness.
You waited in silence
for something soft to return.
But they looked through you—
as if love had no shape.

Their blindness
was never your reflection.
Their silence
was never your doing.
Their distance
wasn’t born from your lack.

When someone makes you feel
small in your own story—
that’s not love.
When your name lives
at the bottom of their list,
when your heart echoes
and no one comes—
that is your answer.

You don’t need to be told
why they couldn’t hold you.
Their hands were already full
of things that weren’t you.

And still—
you stayed long enough
to know it wasn’t about you.
You asked for truth
but got confusion.
You waited for care
and met indifference.

You were never asking for too much.
You were only asking the wrong person.

So let their absence be your peace.
Let their forgetfulness
remind you to remember yourself.
Let their unseeing
be the moment you finally see your own worth
without needing them to confirm it.

Some people are just not made
to carry the weight of real love—
but you are.
You always were.

And now,
you have all the closure you need—
not because they gave it,
but because you gave yourself permission
to stop waiting for what was never coming.

You deserved to be chosen.
And you still do.

She Who Survived
by Morning Star

I know you never meant for any of this.
I know how hard you tried —
to be a good wife, a strong woman,
a silent warrior holding it all together.

You carried the bills, the burdens,
the sleepless weight of love that starved you.
A marriage that kept asking for more
and giving back less.

You were tired.
So tired.
Tired of being unseen.
Tired of holding out hope
in a home that no longer held you.

And when someone finally saw the crack —
not to mend, but to slip inside —
you didn’t fall.
You were already bleeding.
You were human.

You didn’t chase the fire.
It came to your door
with kind eyes and a patient voice.
And you, so starved for softness,
let it in.

And still — even then —
you cried.
You knew.
And you still tried to walk away.

But pain can whisper
that even the wrong touch
is better than no touch at all.

And now —
you carry guilt like ashes in your hands.
But hear me:

You are not that moment.
You are not that chapter.
You are the truth you speak now.
The courage to face your own eyes in the mirror.
To not hide.
To not run.

You are healing.
You are honest.
You are already making it right with the stars —
not by punishment,
but by feeling it all
and rising anyway.

So cry.
Forgive her.
Forgive you.

And remember this:

You didn’t break.
You bent under too much weight.
And now —
you are learning
how to stand again.

I love you,
even in the mess.
Especially in the mess.

🎵 you are where Love Begins
Genre: Mystical Ballad | Tempo: Slow, flowing (65 bpm)
Key: D minor (evokes longing with a touch of magic)

[Verse 1]
It’s not your fault they couldn't see
The stardust soul beneath your skin
The aching fire wrapped in peace
A gentle light they couldn't let in

[Pre-Chorus]
Some hearts are cloaked in shadowed time
They only see the stars when they burn
But you were born of softer skies
Of tides that pull and winds that turn

[Chorus]
You are not too much,
You are not too soft
You are not a wound
You are not what’s lost
You are where the silence sings
You are where love begins

[Verse 2]
You moved like moonlight on the sea
With open hands and ancient grace
A whispered spell, a melody
A light that time cannot erase

[Pre-Chorus]
Their blindness was not yours to bear
Their cold was never meant for you
You gave them gold spun from the air
And still, you stayed, and still, you knew

[Chorus]
You are not too much,
You are not too soft
You are not a wound
You are not what’s lost
You are where the wild wind clings
You are where love begins

[Bridge – softly rising]
You’re the echo in the hollow
You’re the hush before the rain
You’re the place the spirits follow
When they long to feel again

[Final Chorus – whispered then soaring]
You are not too much,
You are not too soft
You were never gone
You were never lost
You are where the stars have been
You are where love begins

Here’s my poem “Hare” transformed into a song — gentle, mystical, and folk-inspired. Think along the lines of AURORA, Florence + The Machine (in a quieter mood), or Joni Mitchell’s acoustic ballads, with soft guitar or harp and atmospheric layers.


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🎵 Hare
By Morning Star
Genre: Dream-Folk / Ethereal Acoustic
Tempo: Slow to mid-tempo (65–75 bpm)
Key: D minor or A minor for mystery and earthiness


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🎶 Verse 1
I am a hare—soft and free,
Wild as waves upon the sea.
Mother Earth beneath my feet,
Where heart and soul in silence meet.

🎶 Verse 2
The moon is near, my glowing guide,
The stars reveal what truth can hide.
The meadow sings in colors bright,
Its flowers hum through day and night.


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🎶 Chorus
And if you see, truly see—
There’s a tale in the wind, in the rustling leaves.
In every stream, every tree,
There’s a song of the wild still living in me.


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🎶 Verse 3
The stream flows down past the misty mill,
A lullaby so soft, so still.
The deer arise with twilight’s bloom,
Their shadows dance beneath the moon.


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🎶 Chorus
And if you see, truly see—
There’s a tale in the breeze, in the hush of the reeds.
In every wing, every seed,
There’s a world that was lost, still begging to be.


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🎶 Bridge (instrumental or whispered vocals)
Butterflies in beams of gold,
A sacred dance the earth still holds.
Watch them fly, feel them near—
The wild speaks when the heart can hear.


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🎶 Final Chorus
So if you see, truly see—
There’s a life in the hush, in the harmony.
Not just in dreams, but in me—
I am the hare, and I run wild and free.

Beach

Search inside, fall into sleep—
Visit before the endless deep.
Bright sunshine, a happy girl,
Tales swirl down the winding creek.

Know the nothing—fear the dark,
Remove the anger, shed the spark.
Wrap it up into a square,
Place it down and stamp it there.

Stamp the hell out of its face,
Open veins—knife plunged with grace.
They won’t breathe again—no more—
Take the essence, heal, restore.

Hold it tight, don’t leave at night,
Lead her heart to beach’s light.
Lie beneath the summer’s heat,
Let the waves make pain retreat.

Let tears fall, embrace like rain,
Hold each grain to soothe the pain.
Safe to trust yourself again—
The only one who’ll truly remain.

Together—only way you’re sane.

Because I saw you
by Morning Star

I could have broken you,
the way you broke me.
Piece by piece,
with silence that stung
and truths you never deserved.
But I didn’t.

I held my hurt like glass—
sharp, delicate,
aching in my hands.
And I let it fall
only where it wouldn’t cut us both.

Because I saw you—
not the mask,
not the bravado,
but the hollowness behind it.
And I understood.
People hurt
when they’ve forgotten how to heal.
People leave
when they’ve already left themselves.

I broke.
Quietly.
Not all at once,
but slowly, like dawn
peeling night from the sky.
And in that breaking,
I found light.
Not in you.
Not in revenge.
But in me.

You see,
I don’t need to prove anything.
Not to someone
who couldn’t hold what was real.
I don’t scream,
I don’t chase,
I don’t fight shadows.

I rise.
And that is louder
than anything you ever said in silence.

Because the truth is,
you didn’t destroy me.
You revealed me.
And I am still standing—
brighter,
softer,
undeniably whole.

🎵 “Believe”

Genre: Cinematic Pop / Empowerment Ballad
Tempo: Slow to mid-tempo (75–80 bpm)
Tone: Uplifting, mystical, grounded in strength and light
Written by: Morning Star


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🎶 Verse 1
She has a dance, she sings it well
She shines her light in frozen hell
She turns her back on shadows tall
And runs to hills where mists will fall


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🎶 Verse 2
She will not, shall not ever see
The depth of his depravity
For she has warmth, and she has grace
And friends who hold her in their faith


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🎶 Chorus
She is safe, she is strong
Time will pass, the pain be gone
The flowers bloom, the gardens rise
And full the moon in watching skies
She has a light that lights the way
She’ll be a star in darkest day
So write it bright and lead your song
You were loved all along


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🎶 Verse 3
She cannot live within the shame
For none of it was hers to claim
She walks the path that bends with trust
And leaves the ashes in the dust


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🎶 Chorus
She is safe, she is free
She walks in love and dignity
The bloom returns, the night will fade
She is the spark that won’t betray
So shine it high and speak it clear
You are the voice they need to hear
Write it happy, guide the flame
You are more than just a name


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🎶 Bridge (soft, almost spoken)
Believe… they’re there, they always were
Writing songs for you to hear
Believe… they care, they always did
They held the light when yours was hid


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🎶 Final Chorus (soaring)
You are safe, you are whole
The stars still echo through your soul
You are the dream, you are the flame
The one who rose and said their name
So write it happy, lead the way—
Believe in love, believe…

🎵 Colour of Love
By Morning Star
Genre: Acoustic Ballad / Love Song
Key: C major or A minor for warmth and longing
Tempo: Slow (60–65 bpm)


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🎶 Verse 1
I love him—though he may never know,
I walk beside where he’ll never go.
He speaks, and I fall every time,
Just a kind hello can shift my mind.


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🎶 Verse 2
I try to be there when he speaks,
Hoping love will find its reach.
But he may never truly see
How much I long for him and me.


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🎶 Chorus
I love his eyes, warm and true,
The way his smile lights the room.
His hands bring peace, not harm or pain,
A gentle soul I can't explain.

I hold him close inside my mind,
A quiet ache I cannot hide.
He may not be mine in this life—
But in my dreams…
He's by my side.


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🎶 Verse 3
At night he whispers, soft and clear,
The words I’ve longed so long to hear.
That I am loved, that I belong,
That I was seen by him all along.


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🎶 Chorus (repeat)
I love his eyes, warm and true,
The way his smile lights the room.
His voice, his laugh, the way he stands—
So far from reach, yet close at hand.

And though he may never be mine,
Just moments shared feel so divine.
A lifetime’s love inside a glance,
A silent wish for one more chance.


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🎶 Bridge (soft, maybe whispered)
I’d tell him all, but I’m afraid—
My words might make him drift away.
So I will love him from afar…
And hold him close within my heart.


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🎶 Final Chorus
I love him—always, and I will.
Though he’s happy, I stand still.
There’s nothing more that I can do…
I just…
I just wish he knew.

“To you Who Survived”

You—
the one who kept going
when your heart had every reason to stop.
You who loved in silence,
who wept behind strength,
who carried too much and still reached for light.

You were never reckless.
You were never cruel.
You were simply a soul
trying to breathe beneath a life that forgot how to hold you.

You didn’t want forbidden hands.
You wanted to be seen.
To feel alive in a world
that had drained the color from your skin.

He didn’t save you—
he distracted you from drowning.
But the truth is,
you were already treading water in a house
that no longer called you home.

Still—
you blame yourself.
Still—
you hold shame like a stone under your ribs.

But listen…

You are not your mistake.
You are the moment you cried,
the moment you resisted,
the thousand days you were faithful
when no one returned the weight.

You are the woman
who will walk herself out of this
with tear-streaked dignity,
with a heart stitched together by grace.

You are not ruined.
You are rewritten.

And I love you.
Even now.
Especially now.


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🌙 “Nanna’s Near” – Song Lyrics
By Morning Star (Feb 2022)

[Verse 1]
Raindrops fall like silent tears
When the breeze blows, I feel you near
In the sunrise, soft and bright
You’re the warmth that holds me tight

[Verse 2]
When the moon begins to glow
On misty moors so far below
I see you shimmer, soft and clear
A gentle voice that whispers near

[Chorus]
When your tears fall in the rain
I feel you wash away the pain
And when the stars light up the dark
I know you're safe, I feel your spark
If I ever need you here
I just look and know you're near
In my children’s eyes so dear
I see your soul, Nanna’s near

[Verse 3]
You turn the sky to silver blue
And I can almost walk with you
In every laugh, in every sigh
I hear your love, I see you shine

[Chorus – repeat]
When your tears fall in the rain
I feel you wash away the pain
And when the stars light up the dark
I know you're safe, I feel your spark
If I ever need you here
I just look and know you're near
In my children’s eyes so clear
I see your smile, Nanna’s near

[Outro – soft/spoken or sung]
So I’ll kiss them tenderly...
And whisper low: Nanna’s here with me


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After Silence

by Fallen Angel

Come drift with us where hope runs deep,
A gentle tide where sorrow sleeps.
If you feel lost and cannot swim,
We’ll take your hands and pull you in.

No hate, no harm, no judging eyes—
Just quiet hearts and open skies.
And if a tear slips down your face,
We see your pain, we hold your place.

You’ll never drown in waters wide,
For love surrounds on every side.
And when the waves rise dark and high,
We lift you up, we help you fly.

At times you may be tossed, unmoored,
By storms within you, long endured.
But that is when you’ll feel us near—
A steady anchor, strong and clear.

You’ll find your breath, your light, your way,
And see the dawn break into day.
No longer needing walls to hide,
You’ll live, you’ll love, you'll turn the tide.

For after silence, songs begin—
A sacred hush, then strength within.
So rise, unfold, let stillness guide—
We’re always here, right by your side.

As Spring Survived
When winter’s grip begins to fade,
Will death and grief release their hold?
Snowdrops stir beneath the frost—
A whisper soft, as spring unfolds.

The sun returns with golden breath,
Rebirth begins, and life rewakes.
Yet I am heavy in my grief—
A robin still with broken wings.

If time allows, I’ll find my feet,
And rise once more into the wind.
For even sorrow casts a shape
That lets the light slip softly in.

And though the path is slow and bare,
Each brave step carves a space for air.
I’ll breathe again the world I miss—
The tender ache, the warming kiss.

In March, beneath a gentler sky,
Spring will begin — and so shall I.
Sadness shrinking, fear grown still,
Scars softening beneath the hill.

And summer...
I cannot yet name it.
But I feel it —
Almost.


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This version builds toward hope while pausing at the edge of it, leaving the reader suspended

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“To the Woman I Once Called Friend”

I walked beside her in silence today,
Not as the girl who broke — but the one who sees.
No truth passed my lips,
but it screamed behind my ribs.

She laughed — unaware — and my heart cracked,
because I know what it feels like
to be the last one to find out
your world was never real.

I could have told her.
But today, I chose grace,
chose to carry what I could not undo
with hands open, not with blood.

I was once fooled too —
by a man who wore honesty like a mask,
who knew our friendship
and still pressed his lips against betrayal.

I cannot take back the nights.
I cannot rewrite the sin.
But I can walk beside her
with no illusions in my breath.

And maybe that’s how the universe heals:
Not in confession,
but in quiet atonement —
in choosing to love gently
what you once helped break.

I see her.
And I ache.
And I swear, I will never
be blind again.


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Wolf moon

She was the morning star
with stars in her eyes
and sorrow in her bones,
pressed against the cold glass
like it might open if she wished hard enough.

Each night,
the moon became her only friend—
silent, glowing,
watching her the way no one else did.

And she whispered to it,
softly,
“Send me a wolf…”
A protector.
A guide.
Not to carry her away,
but to walk beside her
to the mountain no one believed in.

She didn’t want escape—
she wanted truth.
She wanted to rise.
To stand beneath the silver sky
and feel like someone’s daughter again—
someone loved,
held,
understood.

So the moon listened.

And though it took years,
one night it answered.

A shadow came—
strong and quiet—
eyes like wild firelight,
voice like safety wrapped in night.

And he said,
“I heard you.”
“You were never invisible.”
“I’ve come to walk you home.”

And the girl who thought she was forgotten
finally saw her light reflected back.

She was not lost.
She was becoming.


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I’m so proud of her. And of you.

Here’s my poem “Guiding You Home” as a gentle, emotional lullaby-style song—think soft acoustic guitar or piano, slow tempo (around 60–70 bpm), with a warm, nurturing vocal (like Norah Jones, Eva Cassidy, or a soft Lana Del Rey ballad):


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🎵 Guiding You Home

Genre: Lullaby / Soft Acoustic
Tempo: Slow and soothing
Key: C Major or A minor


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🌙 Verse 1
When you're afraid, and you've lost your way
Look to the moon—I’ll be lighting your stay
When you feel lonely, when tears fill your eyes
I'll be the blanket that holds you at night


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🌧️ Verse 2
When you are cold and the storm rolls in
I’ll be the sunlight that warms you within
And when the thunder has drifted away
I’ll paint a rainbow that dares you to stay


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🌈 Chorus
So go on, be happy, let memories flow
Carry my love wherever you go
Walk with your eyes open wide, never roam
Too far from the light that's guiding you home


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🌤️ Bridge
No need to fear, you’re never alone
Whispers of love will carry you home
Even when shadows fall silent and deep
My heart’s in the stars, watching you sleep


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🌈 Chorus (repeat)
So go on, be happy, let memories flow
Carry my love wherever you go
Walk with your eyes open wide, never roam
Too far from the light that's guiding you home


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✨ Outro (soft, fading)
Guiding you home...
Guiding you home...
Wherever you go, I’m guiding you home...

Earthbound

by Morning Star

I’m alone tonight,
with lights all around—
silent streets,
not a single sound.

I should be afraid,
I should be in bed,
but it’s three in the morning—
I just wish I were dead.

If I could be killed,
if I just could be gone,
then these awful feelings
wouldn't linger on.

The thoughts of shame,
what they once did,
cut me inside—
please, Lord, make me dead.

Please come along—
a car or a bus,
so I can run out
and my bones be crushed.

Then I can leave
this terrible place—
there’s no one here,
no one I can face.

But it’s no use,
for somewhere inside,
God saves me still—
no matter how I’ve tried.

The power of love,
the power of You,
somehow shields me,
and pulls me through.

But still it comes back—
that terrible fear,
of being alone in the dark,
with no one near.

In fright, I’m silenced,
in shame, I’m too—
how can I cry out?
What would it do to you?

It’s better to keep it,
a secret inside,
then no one will know
why I run and hide.

Occasionally, I cut it—
all out with a blade—
the feeling of release
like a swallow, swift and brave.

Get away, fly high,
in the open sky—
have total control,
a feeling you’d die.

But then, with a bang,
you come crashing down—
like someone grabbed you,
to make sure you hurt.

Alone tonight,
I stand in this town—
will tonight be the night
I let myself down?

🎸 The Lighter Tracks of My Heartbreak

Acoustic soul — for the one who knew exactly what he did.


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🎙️ Spoken Word Intro (optional live version or hidden track)

> "There’s a place where I nearly let go.
You pass it every day.

And you’ll never know
how close I came to disappearing —
because of how lightly
you walked away."




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🎵 [Verse 1]

I was quiet when I loved you
Too soft to hold the weight
You left like it was nothing
But nothing still feels like fate

You never saw me breaking
Though I broke in subtle ways
By a road you travel daily
Where my heart once begged to stay


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🎵 [Chorus]

Still I rise, though I bent and nearly broke
Found my breath beneath the echo of your ghost
You’ll never know the line I didn’t take
But I lived —
Right there
On the lighter tracks of my heartbreak


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🎵 [Verse 2]

You filled her world with answers
Left mine full of “what ifs”
I kept your secrets sacred
While you buried all of this

But time has a way of healing
Even when it leaves a mark
And the place you never noticed
Still remembers in the dark


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🎵 [Chorus]

Still I rise, with the grace you never gave
Lit a fire from the silence and the shame
You won’t see the tear-stained road I didn’t take
But I lived —
Right there
On the lighter tracks of my heartbreak


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🎙️ Optional Spoken Outro (barely audible)

> “If you ever feel a chill when you pass that place...
it’s just the wind
carrying the goodbye
I never got to say.”




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🎸 Guitar Style Suggestions:

Key: D minor or E minor (emotional, haunting tones)

Style: Fingerpicked acoustic with soft reverb — think Damien Rice, Ben Howard, The Script (acoustic versions)

Tempo: Slow, intimate (~70–80 BPM)

Chords (Verse): Em – C – G – D

Chords (Chorus): C – G – D – Em



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The Hare's Song
I am the hare—soft of foot,
Carefree, gentle, yet strong of root.
Born of the meadow, wild and wide,
Where Earth is home, and I abide.

The moon is my sister, silver-eyed,
She guards my dreams when shadows bide.
The stars above—my watchers true,
They know my name. They whisper too.

The flowers in the field, they sing—
Old songs of love, of death, of spring.
Their petals speak to hearts that hear,
Of all that's lost, and all that's near.

The stream, she hums a lullaby
That winds her way through moss and sky,
Down to the mill wrapped soft in mist,
Where time forgets the things it kissed.

The deer, they wait till dusk is nigh,
Then move like ghosts beneath the sky.
They bow to dusk, they pass unseen,
Through twilight veils of ash and green.

The lake, it glows with sun’s last breath—
A mirror still, untouched by death.
And should you dare to gently gaze,
You’ll see the world behind the haze.

Call forth the butterflies, sweet and shy,
They dance like spells across the sky.
And in their wings, you’ll find a trance—
A fleeting truth, a sacred glance.

So listen well and walk with care—
The world is old, and I am there.
A hare, a soul, a song, a flame—
And if you listen, you’ll know my name.

So I stitched the silence into armor,
wore the ache like woven thread.
You left thinking I was broken,
but I was only shedding dead.

Your leaving lit a lantern—
not for you, but just for me.
I walked alone through ruins
and found the girl I used to be.

She’s not waiting by the doorway.
She’s not crying in the rain.
She dances in the ashes
and turns sorrow into flame.

You thought I’d fade in shadows,
but I carved them into light.
Now I am the thing you dream of—
but can’t reach in the night.

Because now I am the good in goodbye,
the strength you never saw bloom.
And you? You're just a whisper
in a long-forgotten room.


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The Tower

I thought you had rescued me
from my tower —
the one I’d waited in, silently,
believing someone like you
would climb the walls
and carry me home.

So I dared the edge,
jumped heart-first into fire,
believing your hands would catch
what your eyes promised.

I risked everything,
tore down walls built in blood and silence,
and still, I came to you —
bare, honest, burning.

You blinked,
called it friendship,
as if my love could be shelved
like a book you weren’t brave enough to read.

Then jealousy clawed at your pride
when you saw me choose a flame
that didn’t flicker
at the first sign of truth.

And so —
you ghosted.
Not a word. Not a goodbye.
Just silence,
where once there was heat.

But hear this,
if only in the echoes:

I was the storm you prayed for
and the calm you couldn’t handle.
You didn’t lose me to another man —
you lost me
to your own fear.

And I?
I rise again.

Now I look from my tower —
not the one that locked me from you,
but the one that built my strength
to contain me,
and keep me high
above your shadows,
your thorns,
your claws.

Where Love Begins

Now you see a brand-new sky above,
Sunshine yellow, full of love.
A smile drifts through soft clouds seen,
Soar high—don’t spiral in between.

Know you are loved, you will not drown,
Even when the world pulls down.
In every pause between your speech,
Tears like rivers rise, then reach.

But love within you still holds strong—
Hold on tight, you do belong.
The air grows warm, the night more kind,
And fear no longer chains your mind.

Just push the shadows gently wide,
Inside, a laughing child will rise.
She dances through wide-open gates,
Where healing hands and hope await.

The world unfolds beneath your wings—
No more tied by sorrow’s strings.
Fly, where only angels dare,
You’ve found love’s light—already there.