Pen and Paper
I am the slave,
the pen is my master.
It commands me to write,
more and more, faster and faster.
The paper is calling,
it’s screaming my name.
Why do they force me,
have they no shame?
Forced are my thoughts,
through the pen they do flow.
Who are they to coerce,
are they friends, are they foe?
I wish to stop now,
asylum I do seek.
For my hand does grow tired,
as well my mind grows weak.
But they won’t allow me to stop,
there’s no ending in sight.
They demand I continue,
so I shall… write, write, write.
Blessed Is the One
Based on Psalm 1 One of the easier to understand Psalms, in my humble opinion. Its language remains clear and relevant as it is written. When I started this project, I was looking for Psalms that were the least represented in modern music. I had to research context for all but this one, so I found it surprising that we couldn’t find any recent songs that used this Psalm as inspiration. From the album: Let the Culture Fade Verse 1 Blessed is the one who don’t sway with the [...]
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