Soft Dog

Day 17 of the song everyday challenge. I wrote this one before today but haven't ever recorded it.

I Got Out

out of line (out on spotify)

In the haunting melody of a song filled with grim thoughts, the therapist emerges as a lyrical figure embodying hope amidst despair. Like a guiding star in the night sky, the therapist's presence offers solace to those navigating the depths of their darkest emotions.

Through poetic verses and somber refrains, the song paints a portrait of the therapist as a compassionate listener, a beacon of empathy in a world shrouded in shadows. In the depths of despair, where pain echoes in every chord, the therapist's gentle words and understanding gaze offer a glimmer of hope, a lifeline to hold onto amidst the storm.

With each verse, the song delves deeper into the intricacies of the human psyche, exploring the tangled web of thoughts and emotions that often consume us. Yet, amidst the melancholy, there's a sense of resilience, a testament to the transformative power of therapy in unraveling the knots of despair and forging a path towards healing.

In the symphony of sorrow, the therapist's presence resonates like a soothing melody, offering comfort to those haunted by their inner demons. With each stanza, the song pays homage to the therapist's unwavering commitment to guiding souls through the darkness, offering a glimmer of light to illuminate the path towards mental wellness.

As the song fades into silence, the therapist's legacy lingers on, a timeless melody of compassion and understanding echoing in the hearts of those who have found solace in their healing embrace.

Therapist

Do You Recall?

I made this one before. But it should have always sounded like this. I'm still learning, cut me some slack. ;)

Alternative Ending, Again

based on a real experience where I was handed keys to a kingdom, but felt I would be sacrificing my freedom. now through the lens of time, I realize I was foolish. though I've never been alone, I've never found a man like him who offered that balance of adoration and control I long for

marble floors (dallas '96)

I salute you my brother
Fist on my heart
Pride in the other
Tear in my eye
For all that you gave
I stand for you

When life gave us a choice
You rose up tall
I still hear your voice!
Be true and be brave
In all that you do
I stand for you

I salute you my brother
Blood on their hands
Couldn't just watch them suffer
When no side can win
And the war takes another
Soul from this world

Fist on my heart
I salute you my brother
Pride in my eye
Pain in the other
For all that you gave
And all that you are
I'll stand for you 

With my fist on my heart

Fist On My Heart

I love this song, but wanted to put a different spin on it. Hope you like this.

Singing In The Rain (Cover)

Well, yes...

Your sister Susie's sewing shirts for sailors,
Your brother Ben is baking bread for bears,
Your father's fighting foemen in the Falklands,
And your mother's making mattresses for mares.

Your cousin Carl has captured a chameleon,
His nephew Ned has never known a nun.
I never thought I'd write a song of ass-o-nance
But I'll keep going now that I've begun.

My girlfriend's growing garden greens in Gambia,
A leopard licked her lesbian lover Liz.
You can't roast radish rissoles in a rusty ramekin,
I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is.

Tomorrow Terry's taking ten tomatoes
To Amy's agricultural affair
He hasn't had a holiday since Hannukah
When William went to Weston-Super-Mare.

Denise's dog is digging in Dalmatia,
In India it's impossible to itch,
Jolene is jogging jerkily in Jeddah,
But random rovers rarely return rich.

Aunt Agatha's amnesia is appalling,
And Uncle Ulric's utterly unkind.
I think that's where I'll end my song of ass-o-nance
Forthrightly finished, for my fans to find.

Your sister Susie's sewing shirts for sailors,
Your brother Ben is baking bread for bears,
Your father's fighting foemen in the Falklands,
And your ma's still making mattresses for mares.

A Song of Assonance

A Song Of Assonance

(Verse 1)
A tiny world, a glistening sphere
A droplet hangs, so crystal clear
The sunlight catches, a million rays
Tiny lenses in many ways

(Verse 2)
The leaf below, a vibrant green
Veins like rivers, a hidden scene
This thirsty canvas, it drinks its fill
Life's essence flows, uphill

(Chorus)
Nature's beauty, a drop of grace
A tiny tear on a leafy face
A silent thirst, a life sustained
The cycle flows, forever chained
From dewdrop's kiss to vibrant bloom
A testament to life's sweet perfume
Each leaf a whisper, a story untold
A world unfolds, in morning's gold

(Verse 3)
From root to vein, the water climbs
A silent symphony, beating time
Each drop a promise, a whispered song
Of growth that's nurtured, where it belongs

(Verse 4)
From emerald bud to petals unfurled
The water's magic, transforming the world
A vibrant bloom, kissed by the sun
A life renewed, the cycle's begun...

Droplets

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if this is my story so be it - Xenu

Therapist

Lord Xenu

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