Name: Going Back to the Far West by Hans Ostrom
Duration: 4 min 7 s
Description: She's sad in the Midwest, and has to get herself back to the Far, Far West.

Angel Eyes

Winter Samba

Love, Come Out of the Shadows 2

Chances and Choices

A new song........

Lyrics: 

Voices in the night
Visions of the future
Fading out of sight
Chasing after dreams
With hearts full of passion
We’re all just the same
In this world of joy and pain

Oh, the wind blows
On this endless plain
Keep searching for sunshine
Through the pouring rain
We all just want to be happy
That’s what they say
That’s what they say

Underneath the stars
We gather ‘round the fire
Sharing all our stories
No one’s here to blame
Lost souls wandering
In the night so deep
Let the darkness sleep
                                                     
Until the morning light
Searching for our joys
In the quiet of the night
We live out our dreams
In our own little way
Hoping for happiness
And freedom from the pain

Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea
Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025
Image: Gemini

That's What They Say

A song about being yourself regardless of what others think about you

In My Own Lane

A song about transitioning into a more mature version of yourself

Queen

A new song......My story of my school years. I was generally happy in my life through grade three. But then came the 4th grade. Glasses provided some visual clarity , but what came with it ...the name calling ,bullying off and on through high school. Anxiety, introversion and shyness would be my shadows throughout. The chorus are thoughts which ruminated in my mind through high school graduation.My life did  not begin to turn around in a positive way until my first job then junior college. Music helped me along the way and has been a positive , driving force in my life until this day.

Lyrics:

My early story is a question to ponder 
Why am I here? What is this life?
Born in the year nineteen hundred and fifty-six
A small baby, held warmly in the kitchen light
I saw happy faces, they were mom and dad
A house full of laughter, a cradle of what I had
Toys on the floor, summers that felt like gold
A little world of comfort where the future hadn’t been told

At five I began school with new clothes and shoes
Learning to count, learning to sing the rules
Everyone smiling, other children’s hands to take
Recess like heaven, every friendship is at stake
Three years rolled on and more games to play
Little victories stack up day by day
There was a promise in pencils and in rhyme
I felt the world was steady in this careful time

Why am I here, with the sun on my skin?
What is this life, where do I begin?
Fifty-six questions humming softly in my mind
I’m looking for answers, just passing the time
Why am I here, when does this road unfold?
Born with a story, with hands to hold

Then grade four came in like a shorthand storm
Anxiety crept where the sunlight was warm
I couldn’t see the distance, the letters blurred and spun
My chest filled with questions I could not outrun
My teacher glanced over, eyes soft and kind
I sat in the back, quiet, with a restless mind
Not learning at the pace, the others seemed to keep
Just a kid with a secret, and the hurt buried deep


Then came the discovery, what a joy to see
Glass on my face and the world came free
Suddenly the print was a mountain I could climb
Colors had edges, and the clock kept time
But joy can be sudden and delicate as glass
“Hey four eyes”, the cruel words came to pass
Those years got lonelier, laughter thinned to gray
Anxiety and stress came quietly to stay
                                                                 
My first love was sweet and new
Playing games with a shy smile and trembling view
Learning became a ladder with some rungs too far
Teachers leaned in, tried to patch every scar
They noticed the lag, and called me aside
Offering extra patience, they walked me through the tide
Joined another class where the pace was kind
Holding on to something that I couldn’t find

I learned about courage in the classroom’s ordinary light
How to be small and still stand up in the night
Warm and loving family, their voices a thread
Holding up the questions that circled in my head
I practiced my letters like prayers to a door
Hoping each stroke would open something more
The world was both gentle and sharp with its knife
And every small survival felt like life

Now when I look back at that little room of toys
At the small boy learning how to love and make noise
I keep asking the questions, not always to solve
But to let the mysteries gently evolve
Why am I here?  Maybe to keep asking still
To meet the next sunrise on the top of a hill
Born in nineteen fifty-six, I carry the light
Fifty-six questions, and a will to write.

Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025
Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea
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Fifty-Six Questions

A new song for immigrants in all countries......  "I was a stranger and you welcomed me," in the Parable of the Sheep and the Goats (Matthew 25:35)

Lyrics:

Welcome the stranger
From immigrant lands
Seeking freedom from oppression 
In this land of dreams and opportunities 
Do you remember that time?

Welcome the stranger
Who does not look like you
But on the inside, we’re all just the same
Breathing and existing searching for a cause
That they can believe in

Welcome the stranger
Looking for a new home
To call their own
Complete with family and friends 
And of course, some children too

Welcome the stranger
With a language they call their own
Beautiful in every word 
They speak of their dreams 
In this strange but free land which once was

Welcome the stranger 
For they are in need
Of your compassion and understanding 
As they try to navigate 
In this land now filled with hate and anger

Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea
Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025
Image: Непарадное в парадных Александр Стрелков

Welcome the Stranger

Breathe again

She's sad in the Midwest, and has to get herself back to the Far, Far West.

Going Back to the Far West

I write lyrics in a wide range of genres. Work with 2 musicians (so far) and suno.com to make songs. Make videos for the songs on my youtube channel. Poet, lyricist, piano hack. Youtube is langstonify. Professor of African American Studies and Creative Writing.

Going Back to the Far West

Hans Ostrom

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