Lately, I've been working on a musical project with a close friend. It's been sort of my task to come up with the lyrics for the songs. Here's the most recent one I've written...
Was it the fields that we plowed or the fields you were grown, that raised you from so little, a child on her fathers favorite throne? And he swore to the sun the day that you bloomed to do everything he could to make you honest and true. To give the wind a reason to blow, to take you from the ground and to your real home..
Make me a man, the way I made you. If the world is a lie, then you are my truth. You curse the rotten devil in all that you do. Keep to my chest, and I'll keep to you.
We stood at the fields where the world lost its shine, and you looked at your father right between the eyes, "what happened to your wings?" the grown man cries, and you looked so calm with your simple reply.. "I don't use them for flying, I just keep them disguised". And the devil he smiled as you let him in your side, you're just one among the others who keep their feet to their sides.
The day that it broke, nothing changed at all, not the setting or seasons or seconds on your clock. the wind blew the same way, right through your tired face and your feet just stayed grounded, right where you thought you'd be.
Myself, in words.
- Chase Abraham
- Las Vegas, Nevada, United States
- I'm Chase. I like to play music and I like to write.
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