I Am Here To Stay

     Oh, what a great image. Lol. But yeah. Here is my new song. :) But that is the end of the story.
     The story begins with my love of Michelle Branch music from my pre-teen years and my admiration that she wrote her own songs. I have since then written songs, but they all stayed in my poetry notebook, because I couldn't accompany myself. So I set a goal to learn how to play guitar. Took the beginning class a year ago last Spring...Check! And I had the goal to write a song on my guitar, so I could serenade people... Just last month... Check! And this is the 2nd song that has fulfilled that goal. (I will record the 1st one soon). Next up... perform on stage? Hmm, it might be awhile. :p

 Oh, and upon demand, here are the lyrics. Sorry by guitar was louder than my voice.

 

Hey, you told me I should run,

But I can't see why.

A princess isn't meant to be saved.

Let me stand by your side,

Lend you sight, be your guide.

Just please let me stay!

CHORUS 1

I (don't want to) give up today.

No, I (don't want to) run away.

All the world may (come) to fight us,

But I (prefer) to stay.

Yes, (please let me) stay.

I know there's dragons, pirates, thieves,

And of course I'm scared of these,

But I can hold my own with a sword.

Who cares for treasured gold

From stories 'ever old?

When our love shall be our reward!

CHORUS 2

I (won't) give up today.

No, I (can't) run away.

All the world may (try) to fight us,

But I (am here) to stay.

Yes, (I am here) to stay.

Yes, treat me like a queen,

I'm a fan of chivalry.

But you're my prince and I wish to stay by you.

I know alone you are strong.

You may win before long.

But together we can't lose!

CHORUS 3

WE (won't) give up today.

No, WE (refuse to) run away.

All the evil of darkest night

we will conquer and set right

We will greet the light of day

But WE ARE HERE to stay. 

Yes, I am here to stay.

Web

Your heart strings,

like spider webs,

hold me in their grasp.

But with each movement

and fearful thought,

I become more unattached.

And though my eyes saw clearly

the sticky strings you spun,

our friendship,

like dew drops,

brought me in with the glistening sun.

For flying freely

talking to a friend

never appeared precarious

until it reached this end.

I'm sorry that changing my position

and where I'd rather be,

would pull apart this pretty thing

and leave you with bits of broken string.

Phoenix

Although it was painful,
it was purifying fire.
Apathy has been reborn
as a fledgling wing-ed
desire for us.
With practice in trusting
that God's nudging wind
will always be enough,
patience makes perfect
in flying wings of love.

Sleeping Beauty

Hair cascading
like a rain-made, curbside waterfall.
Rivulets of brown, streaked gold,
flowing over shoulders,
masking the rock face
where hidden treasures lie in sleep.
The earth moves, the water changes course,
and a sigh escapes the lips of the maiden mountain.
What dreams to lie beneath the stillness of her face
and serve as pillow to this living landscape?