I started playing a song the other night on my guitar. These were the words that first came out of my mouth to go along with the melody. Tell me what you honestly think, I can handle it.
I once had a daughter. Her name was Amorie.
I watched her grow up, watched her blow up; every little thing
When we sat, in the park, watching birdies sing
I watched her die; deep inside; buried her with my pride.
And I woke up, from this dream, holding back all the things
I should have said, before you died, and left me here to cry
In this room, in this place, and all I want is your face
Telling me that everything is fine now
And everything is wrong now.
Again, subject to change.
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1 comment:
OK, intriguing, deep and sad. I'd be interested to know what the meanings behind some of the words are, and maybe what you were feeling when you sang/wrote it.
blow up
pride
dream or real
her name
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