Two weeks to take a song from conception to completion to competition!

A lot to Process

This song was created for Game of Bands round 96 : "Odd Times and No Rhymes III"

Lyrics:


Are we like trees?
That hear the hidden whispers on the wind
Should the secrets be kept
How would we share them

I raise my hands like leaves
The sky is my ceiling

Birds sing forgotten tongues
Clouds write messages
We say the world is random, meaningless
People look and do not see

worms scrall patterns in the dirt
spiraling birds cast semaphore
runic impressions on bark
yet we are blind

fractures in the rock tell stories
the river bends write history
such an alarming depth of knowledge
we are left overwhelmed

a canopy of stars
dead messengers
lost meaning in moonlight

try to breath
under the weight of what I'm missing
I think I'm being asked questions
but I'm not sure what they are

Aren't we all spinning,
Flying, falling in space
Sometimes I lie awake
It's a lot to process

Aren't we all spinning,
Flying, falling in space
Sometimes I lie awake
It's a lot to process

[Exit]

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