Get Flash to see this player.
Description
This is a new version of a song I wrote for my mother when she was dying. The song was first sung by the character of Victor Frankenstein in my off-broadway show, Creature. He references his own mother who died in childbirth and continues his soliloquy from there. It is sung at her graveside.
This is an R&B-jazz version, a re-setting of the song. It is sung by Woody Mankowski. (Submitted on Mother's Day, 2005.)
Other songs featuring Woody Mankowski:
Dreams III
River Runs Through Me
Windowshade
I Wanna Fly
Cliff's Edge
Final Words
Pilgrim of the Return
Final Words
This is an R&B-jazz version, a re-setting of the song. It is sung by Woody Mankowski. (Submitted on Mother's Day, 2005.)
Other songs featuring Woody Mankowski:
Dreams III
River Runs Through Me
Windowshade
I Wanna Fly
Cliff's Edge
Final Words
Pilgrim of the Return
Final Words
Leave a Comment
You must be registered and logged-in to comment.
Lyrics
A promise.
My life is a promise to those who came before us, here.
A promise of time. Of meaning.
That all their work was not in vain;
and all their love…
Their love is a promise to me,
a promise that life is shaped of beauty and sacrifice
whispered from lips… a mother’s lips,
a whispered wish that lives inside.
Inside, would I have pleased her? Brought her joy?
Am I what she would have wanted?
Has my life been worth her death?
Has my life been worth my own living?
Does death diminish all we do?
Does death diminish all our dreams?
Does death take away the meaning life can hold,
all our reasons of being?
Does death kill the promise?
Can we ever know what survives?
What survives this promise that is life, that is life?
I will awake the world!
Shake them from sleep,
from all their weeping,
from petty fears,
into a mother’s promise.
And they will see again
through the eyes of a child.
Through eyes like mine.
Through eyes like mine.
What do they see?
They see you. They see me.
They’ll see a world of change…and promise.
My life is a promise to those who came before us, here.
A promise of time. Of meaning.
That all their work was not in vain;
and all their love…
Their love is a promise to me,
a promise that life is shaped of beauty and sacrifice
whispered from lips… a mother’s lips,
a whispered wish that lives inside.
Inside, would I have pleased her? Brought her joy?
Am I what she would have wanted?
Has my life been worth her death?
Has my life been worth my own living?
Does death diminish all we do?
Does death diminish all our dreams?
Does death take away the meaning life can hold,
all our reasons of being?
Does death kill the promise?
Can we ever know what survives?
What survives this promise that is life, that is life?
I will awake the world!
Shake them from sleep,
from all their weeping,
from petty fears,
into a mother’s promise.
And they will see again
through the eyes of a child.
Through eyes like mine.
Through eyes like mine.
What do they see?
They see you. They see me.
They’ll see a world of change…and promise.
aclarke
Beautifully written and played. Woody has an amazing
voice and does total justice to this work. Soulful and
inspirational- thanks for sharing such a personal song.