Love arrived before wisdom did. These were the years of learning that feeling deeply does not guarantee permanence. The ache of holding on. The silence after goodbye. Youth met consequence — and something in me changed.
Love arrived before wisdom did. These were the years of learning that feeling deeply does not guarantee permanence. The ache of holding on. The silence after goodbye. Youth met consequence — and something in me changed.
"I get down on my knees to pray."
When you love someone so deeply that letting go feels like losing yourself. This song captures the desperate hope that things will somehow be okay.
After graduating college in 1996 and moving to Boston to start my career, I was living simply in a small sunroom in Roslindale, MA with little more than a mattress on the floor when I met a girl at a hometown Thanksgiving party in 1998. We tried to build a long-distance relationship while she finished her last year of college, but the strain of being four hours apart caught up with us. One late night phone call turned into a fight and a breakup that left me heartbroken and alone, and in that quiet moment I wrote “Holding On.” Although we eventually found our way back to each other and moved to Florida together in 1999, that fragile season — and the emotions it stirred — became the foundation of this song.
"Love is walking out that door."
This song was written in the quiet aftermath of a relationship that slowly unraveled. It captures the feeling of being left alone, trying to understand how something that once felt certain could disappear so quietly.
This was written during a season when everything felt like it was shifting beneath my feet. I had relocated to Florida for a new opportunity and brought someone with me, believing we were building something that would last. What was meant to be a fresh start slowly unraveled. When the relationship ended, I found myself alone in a small apartment in Boynton Beach, far from family and far from anything familiar — trying to make sense of how something that once felt certain could disappear so quietly.
Life was loud, hopeful, and restless. There was ambition, movement, noise — but beneath it all, a quiet stirring. Questions surfaced that success couldn’t answer. Faith stopped being distant. It began to feel like a voice.
Life was loud, hopeful, and restless. There was ambition, movement, noise — but beneath it all, a quiet stirring. Questions surfaced that success couldn’t answer. Faith stopped being distant. It began to feel like a voice.
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"Feel your destiny raging inside of your heart."
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"Take me back to that special place."
Momentum without direction. Repetition disguised as freedom. The long years of trying, falling, and trying again. Change did not begin with strength — it began with admitting something wasn’t right.
Momentum without direction. Repetition disguised as freedom. The long years of trying, falling, and trying again. Change did not begin with strength — it began with admitting something wasn’t right.
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"The rain comes down again."
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"Lord knows I’m trying to bend."
Hope returned — this time tempered by choice. Love was no longer fate, but effort. Not fantasy, but daily decisions. Devotion tested by distance. A deeper understanding that connection is built, not stumbled into.
Hope returned — this time tempered by choice. Love was no longer fate, but effort. Not fantasy, but daily decisions. Devotion tested by distance. A deeper understanding that connection is built, not stumbled into.
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"Distance doesn’t matter."
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"Miles behind us, heaven guides us."
What felt like unraveling became clarity. Loss stripped away illusion. Control gave way to surrender. In the quiet of brokenness, faith was no longer optional — it was necessary. The call wasn’t loud — it was steady.
What felt like unraveling became clarity. Loss stripped away illusion. Control gave way to surrender. In the quiet of brokenness, faith was no longer optional — it was necessary. The call wasn’t loud — it was steady.
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"Walk this faithful line."
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"Let the light break through the clouds."
After collapse comes clarity. After noise comes stillness. Faith becomes steady instead of reactive. Gratitude becomes intentional instead of assumed. Prayer becomes instinct instead of emergency. Life is no longer about chasing meaning — it is about recognizing it.
After collapse comes clarity. After noise comes stillness. Faith becomes steady instead of reactive. Gratitude becomes intentional instead of assumed. Prayer becomes instinct instead of emergency. Life is no longer about chasing meaning — it is about recognizing it.
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"Breathe it in slow."
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"With God’s word I proclaim."
