Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Ground Has Found You

A snippet of my newest jazz piece (Oh, yeah, I've taken up songwriting)
(If I can get my boyfriend to record some music for me, maybe I'll sing it for y'all in the future)

I’ve never had wings
I’ve never been told otherwise
A feather from little wings
I’ve never been shown how to fly

Upon careful consideration
I’m nervous of aviation
You’re wary of lamentation
You've never been shown how to fly

Young blood in your skin
Plucked so early from your mother’s limbs
Drowsy from that morning’s sin
Pushed off the edge of a branch too thin

And it’s all falling down around you
And it’s all a blur ‘til the ground has found you
Baby bird has failed his mama
And he falls down, down.

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