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I hope this meets your expectations. I've never been that creative with melodies. But I like to think that's kind of what makes me, me!
"I'm Doug and I can't come up with melodies..."
Anyhow, Enjoy this wordy tune. I hope I took it in a good direction. I guess I can always change it out in the future!
Thanks,
Doug
"I'm Doug and I can't come up with melodies..."
Anyhow, Enjoy this wordy tune. I hope I took it in a good direction. I guess I can always change it out in the future!
Thanks,
Doug
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Lyrics
Lonely tree,
life's soaked within your leaves.
Blue sky,
touch the edge of the land.
Timeless wind...
Golden light
set you free.
As I sleep a man races 'cross the street. Tight shoes pinch his aching feet.
A tiny leaf quivers in the still but slightest breeze in the darkest woods.
A cat steals steps across the farm, past rusty gates in search of warmth.
A child weeps throughout the night, in mother's arms to shake off her frights.
Grains of sand roll in the flow from once mighty cascades, now are slow.
You're walking through the River in the middle of the night. Trudging steps amplified by the blackness. What eyes cross to meet you in your desparate flight? Slog up the bank and you'll find out.
Rusting sculptures,
crumbling walls,
faces glare from broken halls.
This is what we've made.
Lonely tree,
life's soaked within your leaves.
Blue sky,
touch the edge of the land.
Timeless wind...
Golden light
set you free.
life's soaked within your leaves.
Blue sky,
touch the edge of the land.
Timeless wind...
Golden light
set you free.
As I sleep a man races 'cross the street. Tight shoes pinch his aching feet.
A tiny leaf quivers in the still but slightest breeze in the darkest woods.
A cat steals steps across the farm, past rusty gates in search of warmth.
A child weeps throughout the night, in mother's arms to shake off her frights.
Grains of sand roll in the flow from once mighty cascades, now are slow.
You're walking through the River in the middle of the night. Trudging steps amplified by the blackness. What eyes cross to meet you in your desparate flight? Slog up the bank and you'll find out.
Rusting sculptures,
crumbling walls,
faces glare from broken halls.
This is what we've made.
Lonely tree,
life's soaked within your leaves.
Blue sky,
touch the edge of the land.
Timeless wind...
Golden light
set you free.


























sloparts
Great start Doug, let me check out the rest of it now.
Ed