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01/17/2025 There was a time I thought my little songs could actually "change the world"; that perhaps music could make us all more kind, compassionate, tolerant, empathic, less violent, less greedy, or at a minimum, happier. 

I have always hoped we could navigate our differences with words rather than weapons and that humanity could as a whole, truly practice reverence for the planet and all the living creatures who share it with us. 

But, I see now how absolutely naive I was. The despair, suffering, destruction, and apathy that continues now, many years after I wrote this song, has not changed. Some things, are better but many things, are not; however, I remain hopeful that humanity will eventually work things out and I, in any way that I can, will keep trying to make things better. And so I decided, I would finish producing this song and include it in my first album; an album which on many days might be the continuation of a journey, or on other days, the end of a journey.

Track 5 from my album. I hope you enjoy it.

© 2024 Lyrics, Music, Content By Brenda Doss

I should be happy  
With all of my life
I should be satisfied 
But I’m not
Why do I carry 
The weight of the world on my back
Why should I care
When no one else does

I am a slave 
To the thoughts that I have
I need to change the world
With these tired hands 
Don’t turn me off 
Don’t turn me down
Don’t shut me in 
Don’t throw me out
And I might go crazy
But you might come around
       
At the back door 
You will find me
And I might never leave
At the back door 
You will find me
These tired hands are bleeding
 
Should I worry
If it all goes to hell
Can I live my life in apathy
Like everybody else
Why am I here 
What can I change
These reckless times  
I’m not to blame
Isn’t anybody out there
Isn’t anyone afraid

At the back door 
You will find me
And I might never leave
At the back door 
You will find me
Begging on my knees
At the back door 
You will find me
These tired hands are bleeding

I’m your disease
I’m  your despair
I’m like a flea
I’m in your hair
I’m breeding in your conscience
When you don’t want me there

At the back door 
You will find me
And I might never leave
At the back door 
You will find me
Begging on my knees
At the back door 
You will find me
A wounded heart grieves
At the back door 
You will find me yeah yeah yeah

At the back door 
You will find me
And I might never leave
At the back door 
You will find me
Cause I'm begging on my knees
At the back door 
You will find me
A wounded heart grieves
At the back door 
You will find me
These tired hands are reaching

Distant Memory

Oceanic winds