Cause She's All Yours

Lyric Poetry

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4 min

Cause She's All Yours



A song for the ages, a song for the soul

A song for the gods, a song for the folk

A song for the heroes, a song for their battles

A song for the heavens, a song for the world

And it goes


When you’re in love, nothing can stop you

Everything changes when you let the love

Permeate your being, fill up your corners

Empty your pockets, bite off some grace

Cause she’s all yours


A song for my woman, a song for her heart

A song for her patience cause I’m not that smart

I jump in head first, she dips her toes in

I’m already head over heels

And she smiles


When you’re in love, nothing can stop you

Everything changes when you let the love

Permeate your being, fill up your corners

Empty your pockets, bite off some grace

Cause she’s all yours


When you’re in love, nothing can stop you

Everything changes when you let the love

Permeate your being, fill up your corners

Empty your pockets, bite off some grace

Cause she’s all yours


Babe, I'm all yours

I'm all yours, mmh

Cause she's all yours

Lyric Poetry

One Guitar, One Voice



A guitar, a voice, and a little love—I found my home in the world.


I grew up listening to Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, Cat Stevens, Tracy Chapman, and many other folk legends.


Music teaches me to surrender and flow with life. To let go, let my little soul play and the song naturally arises in that space. I capture that moment live with minimal production. My wish is for the songs to come alive in you.


I'm a poet. I sing of pain, and I sing of bliss, worldly and otherworldly. Cheeky, clever, blunt, simple, authentic, unassumingly raw. Alive.


I write of God; I aim to relay through direct experience. Great art cuts like clarity, pulls like gravity, and pokes to sanity.


I sometimes wonder whether art is a blessing or a curse. It might be the artist's curse and the world's blessing. I certainly feel cursed and choiceless, but I like it. I love my music, you know? I really do.

Lyric Poetry

One Guitar, One Voice



A guitar, a voice, and a little love—I found my home in the world.


I grew up listening to Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, Cat Stevens, Tracy Chapman, and many other folk legends.


Music teaches me to surrender and flow with life. To let go, let my little soul play and the song naturally arises in that space. I capture that moment live with minimal production. My wish is for the songs to come alive in you.


I'm a poet. I sing of pain, and I sing of bliss, worldly and otherworldly. Cheeky, clever, blunt, simple, authentic, unassumingly raw. Alive.


I write of God; I aim to relay through direct experience. Great art cuts like clarity, pulls like gravity, and pokes to sanity.


I sometimes wonder whether art is a blessing or a curse. It might be the artist's curse and the world's blessing. I certainly feel cursed and choiceless, but I like it. I love my music, you know? I really do.

Lyric Poetry

One Guitar, One Voice



A guitar, a voice, and a little love—I found my home in the world.


I grew up listening to Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, Cat Stevens, Tracy Chapman, and many other folk legends.


Music teaches me to surrender and flow with life. To let go, let my little soul play and the song naturally arises in that space. I capture that moment live with minimal production. My wish is for the songs to come alive in you.


I'm a poet. I sing of pain, and I sing of bliss, worldly and otherworldly. Cheeky, clever, blunt, simple, authentic, unassumingly raw. Alive.


I write of God; I aim to relay through direct experience. Great art cuts like clarity, pulls like gravity, and pokes to sanity.


I sometimes wonder whether art is a blessing or a curse. It might be the artist's curse and the world's blessing. I certainly feel cursed and choiceless, but I like it. I love my music, you know? I really do.