Lila Tace

July 12, 2024

Rite of passage.

I don’t think I ever was alone. When life beat me down, it curiously watched me. When life beat me more, I became less and less. The world destroyed me out of compassion. When I was no more, I woke up in God's arms. 

Death was my rite of passage.

About Lila Tace

I document my chain of art, my joy, and my frustration. This is my story in songs—one uninterrupted arch of an artist's journey. I'm a folk singer-songwriter, but honestly, I'm just a fool in love with scribbling poems on sheets of paper.