V1: A dark night
November 12th, 1995
A gun shot, a house wife
Who's gone and left this life
BR: A broken left arm, a black eye
and a loose front tooth
are you going to go back
to face more abuse.
V2: A dark night
december 6th 2002
you never thought, your loving husband
would ever hit you.
BR(2): I'm sorry i never did a thing
i never made a call
i should have know that it was bad
by the screaming through the wall.
CH: i'm sorry i never
i'm sorry i didn't
i'm sorry i could have made a difference (x2)
i'm sorry i never
i'm sorry i didn't
i'm sorry i could have............†
Friday, November 14, 2008
The Hope, The Struggle, The Fight
V1: the moon light illuminates the waiting room
a tear rolls down a face and hits the floor
how could anyone know she felt so
cold and all alone
18 years old, popular, from a good home
her dad he always tried to be supportive
worked overtime so she could have
what she wanted
he's devistated to know, he'll never have
a daughter to hold again.
CH: everyone should have seen, what was happening
that night inside her mind
i've had that same feeling before
when you just don't feel like living, anymore
but you push on, breath in, look up to the sky
reach out, hope for , something to make this right
V2: everyone told him
your way to young to know pain
he wont talk to anyone, cause he knows they feel that way
he's all but given up , he's all but broken down
whats there to live for, in this town
(CH)
the hope, the struggle, the fight, keep on living this life
the hope, the struggle, the fight, keep on living this life.
a tear rolls down a face and hits the floor
how could anyone know she felt so
cold and all alone
18 years old, popular, from a good home
her dad he always tried to be supportive
worked overtime so she could have
what she wanted
he's devistated to know, he'll never have
a daughter to hold again.
CH: everyone should have seen, what was happening
that night inside her mind
i've had that same feeling before
when you just don't feel like living, anymore
but you push on, breath in, look up to the sky
reach out, hope for , something to make this right
V2: everyone told him
your way to young to know pain
he wont talk to anyone, cause he knows they feel that way
he's all but given up , he's all but broken down
whats there to live for, in this town
(CH)
the hope, the struggle, the fight, keep on living this life
the hope, the struggle, the fight, keep on living this life.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
To Insperation, and the persuit of words
I've always had issues getting words out on to paper or in this case on a computer screen so here i am with a new endeavor, a new tool, a blog. So with this first post i have to enter a disclaimer, I can not spell to save my life or for that matter use punctuation the way that it was intended. So if you want to get all pissy about a miss placed coma or a sentence that goes on forever..... go ahead whine all you want! but I don't have to listen. My intent for this blog is to use it as a tool to help my musical career. If you have ever heard me sing or read any songs that I have written you have noticed I write a lot of stories, experiences from real life put into song form. I am trying to expand my abilities and open up any road blocks that are keeping me from sharing the ideas that I have. Now to put an ending to my opening statements, I hope that I get to share a little bit of me with all of you (it will probably be just me reading this anyway) have a great.... whatever it is wherever you are.
peace
peace
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