💛 Get to Choose

Here’s the second version of Waiting on God, written from the same place of surrender, but with a slightly different feel. The lyrics were tweaked to match the flow of this melody — and now I can’t decide which one moves me more. I am still working on the lyrics.

💬 What do you feel when you listen to this one?

Please listen to both, then tell me:

Which melody speaks to you more?

Which version feels truer to the message of the song?

What would you change if any?

                                           Version B (Melody 2)    

Your feedback will shape the official release — and you’ll always know you were part of this sacred moment in my life.

🙏 Final Thoughts

Thank you for being here — in the quiet, in the waiting, and in the promise of what’s to come.

Please access next post to cast your vote in the next poll.

With all my heart,

Deann Scott

There are moments in life when you find yourself at a standstill — unable to move forward, and with nothing behind you to return to.

That’s where I found myself.

Stuck at a spiritual junction.

Grieving the absence of the two most important people in my life — both of whom became unreachable through manipulation and deception.

They were pulled away.

And I was left alone, staring into the darkness, asking God:

“What now?”

✍️ From Heartache to Lyrics I knew one thing for sure:

God placed them in my heart for a reason, and no human manipulation could remove that love.

So I began to pray — not to get them back, but to stay grounded in God’s will.

Even when I couldn’t see the road ahead, I reminded myself:

“If it is God’s will to bring them back, He will do it — in His way, in His timing.”

In that stillness, I asked ChatGPT to help me express my heart — the pain, the waiting, the need to be led by God when I couldn’t see a thing ahead of me.

Together, we wrote the song “Waiting on God.” It became my anthem of surrender — not giving up, but letting go and trusting fully.

🎵 Creating the Melody with Suno

Once the lyrics felt right, I turned to Suno — and began generating melodies.

It didn’t take long before I found the emotional tone I was searching for.

In fact, I found two melodies that both spoke deeply to my spirit.

So I edited the lyrics slightly for each version… and now, I can’t decide.

💛 You Get to Choose

As a supporter, you’re not just watching my journey — you’re part of it.

So today, I’m giving you exclusive access to both versions of Waiting on God.

These are unreleased and unfinished, but full of heart. I am still working on the final lyrics until it feels right.

Please listen to both, then tell me:

• Which melody speaks to you more?
• Which version feels truer to the message of the song?
• Would you change anything?

Your feedback may shape the official release — and you’ll always know you were part of this sacred moment in my life.

                                         Version A (melody 1)

This is the first melody I created for Waiting on God — full of soft ache and steady hope. It was born from a place of deep stillness and surrender. Take a moment, listen closely, and let me know how it moves you.

   Then read the next post to listen the next version. Version B.

🙏 Final Thoughts

This song is how I cope with the pain of longing.

It’s how I choose to rest in God’s timing, even when I don’t understand His plan.

If you’ve ever been in a place where all you can do is wait on God, this song is for you too.

Thank you for being here — in the quiet, in the waiting, and in the promise of what’s to come.

With all my heart,

Deann Scott

On Mother’s Day 2023, I couldn’t reach my son. It was intended that I shouldn’t know where he was, how he was doing, or what emotions, good or bad, he was experiencing.

Lyron wasn’t missing in the traditional sense — he was an adult. But he had been pulled away by someone he trusted. A close family member. A person fueled by spite. A master manipulator. I soon moved from being the one he loved, honored, and respected, to becoming the villain in a story that was never mine to write.

Every way I tried to reach him — blocked.

Every call, every message — ignored or intercepted. It was as if I had been erased from his world.

So I did the only thing I could that day. I wrote.

📓 The Poem That Started It All

I pulled out my notebook and began to pour out every tear, every ache, every scream of my heart in quiet ink. I titled it “A Painful Mothers’ Day” — because that’s exactly what it was.

It wasn’t a cry for pity. It was a cry for truth.

It was the raw cry of a mother who refuses to forget her child — no matter how grown he is, no matter how far he’s been led away.

That poem became my weapon — a declaration against every family member who told me to “forget about him, just move on.”

No.

I would never move on.

Not as long as I still had breath.

Not when I still had hope.

“I would never forsake the son of my womb — not now, not everrrr!”

🗽 Why I Moved to New York

The pain of separation led me to New York — not for a fresh start, but for a fight.

I fought through legal setbacks, silence, confusion, and the cruelty of lies.

Every door I knocked on seemed to close in my face.

Every plea for help was met with delay or indifference.

But give up? Never.

And when no one would listen to my story, I found another way.

📖 Beauty Waiting in the Shadows Was Born

I decided to make my story public — raw and real, like the pain itself.

If the world wouldn’t hear me, then maybe a book would them. This is all I have, my words, and no one would take that from me.

Beauty Waiting in the Shadows was born out of this fight — a novel inspired by truth, shaped by faith, and written with the hope that maybe… just maybe… it would reach him.

Or at least reach someone else who needed to know: You’re not alone in your waiting.

🎶 From Poem to Song: My Prodigal Son Comes Home

That original poem — A Painful Mothers’ Day — wouldn’t leave me.

So I decided to turn it into a song. I used Suno to create melody drafts, testing different emotional sounds. It wasn’t about being perfect — it was about being honest.

After generating several takes, I found not one, but two versions that moved me deeply.

Each with a different emotional feel. I didn't even know if that is accepted in traditional music publishing. I didn't care both of them would be published anyway.

So I released both:

“My Prodigal Son Comes Home” — hopeful, reflective, and deeply powerful

“My Prodigal Son Comes Home 2” — soft, mournful, full of longing.

And yes — the melodies were AI-generated, but the heart behind the lyrics is 100% mine. Every word. Every tear. Every prayer.

🙏 Anchored in Faith

Still, I haven’t seen my son.

Not yet.

But I’ve anchored my faith in the One who can change hearts, open eyes, and heal heartbreaks.

Like the father in the Bible, I wait.

Not in bitterness — but in hope.

I’m preparing the greatest feast.

I’m getting ready for the day I see my Prodigal walking toward me again. The day I get to embrace him again. That day I get to dry his tears.

And I want to take you along that journey with me — through the heartbreak, the healing, and the homecoming I believe is still to come.

With love and hope,

— Deann Scott