(I started writing this song in the shower yesterday and put it to guitar today. For now you'll just have to read it as a poem and imagine how the tune goes...*Hint: use telepathy and you'll get the tune down perfectly*)
searching for the hand of God
to steer me through
all times blue
Cross meadows wide and oceans deep
rocky beaches, barefoot feet
find fires bright
but no heaven's light
With the birds flew in the bees
shelter found in tall oak trees
in nature's might
I found no fright
For when her brother died that day
and while I see his mind decay
I won't believe He's yours nor mine
as war novels gain length with time.
If free will has left us to kill
He sees us march on daffodils
and to this I will not subscribe
I'll put my faith in human kind
3 comments:
I like this. I didn't know you were doing guitar and I wish I could hear you play/sing it. The song intrigues me for all the reasons I don't know yet..will have to think about it more later. but so far I really like it. it makes sense to me. and I think I know the "he" who died that you're talking about. you went to his funeral on your 18th birthday. I think I'll always remember that.
yes fantastic memory
its funny, even when i wrote this i forgot that the funeral was on my birthday...
did you and nicole come over that morning with pancakes?
me and sky. it was our first time making pancakes on our own (without a mom's help) and not all of them were cooked all the way. we put those ones to the side but your dad kept eating them..even when we told him not to.
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