Lyrical Musings: Painting Freedom

Sometimes lyricists don't need a high verse count or even a chorus to express their intentions. Almost everyone has someone in their life who has been touched by the effects of war. I am usually against sharing the ideas behind my writing, however these are plain: We all hope. We all hurt.  Most importantly, we all love. 




Painting Freedom


Verse 1
In all my life, I've never forgotten.
In all my time, I watch these seasons change and rivers flow. I watch moonlight through these leaves. Am I alone in this pace? Can anyone follow?
in this darkened night, I hope,
while I'm here,
to see this morning's sun,
to hear sound soar through this sky and sing
trees can whisper in these winds

Verse 2
In one moment I find myself as worthless, as broken, as hurt.
In one moment I find this air too thick to breathe, this night too dark to see,
this music still and so surreal 
In one moment this atmosphere will change.
Now every moment, now every blade - is every shade of color.

Verse 3
March off with the beat of that drummer boy. March off to the beat of that drum. Each day you take, I hope that you'd come home but know if ever one day, you cannot come by again,
I'd still remember...This is war and this is life...that one moment...you glanced...
towards that painting on the wall
That empty painting on the wall.
Forever hear it beckon and call,
bait an innocent: will you lose yourself closer
Through these winds, birds will soar, and in this sky, a seam of color gleams!

Verse 4
I remember your fragile eyes and those words I held in mind: 
Dusk to dawn's a sigh, night couldn't freedom be.
To you, why do the fields of battle call? From that painting on the wall
That empty painting...on the wall.