D. Pace
D. is 18 years old.
He is the Drummer of Kitchen Pace.
D. is located in Toronto at RoyaL Hotel Toronto.
D. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
Be excellent to each other!
The world we knew
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Song Details
The world we knew is Ballad music in tempo Allegro. The music is below average and the lyrics are decent. The song was written 3/15/2025 by D. Pace. The originality is incredible.
| Fame: |
12 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
10 |
| Genre: |
World Music |
| Owner: |
None |
| First Revealed: |
6/30/2025 |
Dominant Instruments
Drums
Harp
Lead Vocals
Backup Vocals
Special Lyrics
I'm too young to remember when the world was alive.
But I'm too old to start changing,
And too tired to rewind the world we knew.
A gentle hollow echoes, where laughter used to play,
A wistful sense of absence, at the closing of the day.
They speak of shared horizons, a circle soft and warm,
Now just a faded picture, in a gentle, fading form.
I'm too young to find the hands that reached together,
A bond that softly lingered, in any kind of weather.
I see the faded gatherings, a warmth that lingers still,
And wonder at the quiet, that fills this empty hall.
A sense of gentle drifting, a quiet, winding track,
A subtle, growing distance, I'm too tired to turn back.
The world we knew, a daydream, a whisper in the breeze,
A ghost of shared moments, among these quiet trees.
A gentle, inner searching, for a hand to understand,
A yearning for connection, in this quiet hand.
No grand, dramatic sorrow, no darkness in the glow,
Just echoes of a silence, a feeling soft and slow.
I'm too old to grasp the subtle weight, of quiet on my soul,
The hint of isolation, taking its gentle toll.
My eyes reflect a question, a longing to belong,
A whisper of a presence, like a half remembered song.
They say the heart is mending, in ways we can't foresee,
A quiet, subtle longing, a seed of hope remains, for what used to be.
The world we knew, a daydream, a whisper in the breeze,
A ghost of shared moments, among these quiet trees.
A gentle, inner searching, for a hand to understand,
A yearning for connection, in this quiet hand.
No grand, dramatic sorrow, no darkness in the glow,
Just echoes of a silence, a feeling soft and slow.
I'm too tired to fight the fading light, or chase a distant dream,
But I can tend the embers, where small connections gleam.
Though grand designs may falter, and mighty plans may cease,
A quiet, steady kindness, can still bring inner peace.
Too tired to build empires, but strong enough to care.
I'm too young to remember, but I feel the empty space,
Where something gentle vanished, leaving only a soft trace.
But I'm too old to start changing, the rhythms we have made,
And too tired to chase the past, in this gentle, fading shade.
Record Releases
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