He stands alone among the pine
Blue in his eyes that matches the skies
Hunters toast him with their wine
And as winter passes him by -
He will find you when you are ready
He will show you the way to go
And though we wonder what will be
Follow him to rise from your low.
You wander alone in his forest
Grey in your eyes that matches the clouds
You pray for a miracle, the chance to rest
And for the soft inner voice to grow loud…
He will find you when you are ready
He will show you the way to go
And though we wonder what will be
Follow him to rise from your low.
Not ready to fall…
Take me home…
He will find you when you are ready
He will show you the way to go
And though we wonder what will be
Follow him to rise from your low.
So, believe it or not, this girl started out writing song lyrics. Between early 2006 and the end of 2007 I wrote about 150-some song lyrics. A handful were scraped, but the rest remain recorded and waiting for use. I'm hoping now that through publicity online I might eventually be able to have them used.
So, here for sampling and for a contest on WC, are year and a half old lyrics.
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A year and half ago, you were still a good writer.
"He stands alone among the pine
Blue in his eyes that matches the skies
Hunters toast him with their wine
And as winter passes him by -"
Once again, brilliant open. Here the reader receives taste (wine), smell (pine), sight (forest, blue skies), touch (winter) and sound (hunters). Classical poetry written across this globe often includes as much sensory information in one stanza, and to accomplish this in the first stanza is an excellent move.
I went down that same road as well. Wrote a bunch of lyrics. I like this one. Would love to hear some music to it sometime. I like the flow of it and the message. Having actually seen a "white stag" years ago, it is very becoming of it. Kudos.
A year and half ago, you were still a good writer.
"He stands alone among the pine
Blue in his eyes that matches the skies
Hunters toast him with their wine
And as winter passes him by -"
Once again, brilliant open. Here the reader receives taste (wine), smell (pine), sight (forest, blue skies), touch (winter) and sound (hunters). Classical poetry written across this globe often includes as much sensory information in one stanza, and to accomplish this in the first stanza is an excellent move.
I am a college student. Halfway through college, I'm a declared English writing and communication rhetoric major; I am also pursuing a Public and Professional writing certificate.
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