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soft voice
02:43
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My soft voice echoes in these lonely walls.
Despite the love here, I can't help but breathe it in.
The air grows colder; the year begins to fall
and I wonder what lessons I failed to learn.
And I beg at the ceiling, "I want the world to know my name."
And I breathe for hours, alone, ashamed.
Through the ruins I can see a future standing tall.
I want to go but the rubble holds me down.
The air grows harsh; doubt begins to call.
What if who I'm meant to be isn't what I want?
And I beg at the ceiling, "I want the world to know my name."
And I breathe for hours, alone, ashamed.
If you felt destined for greatness anyhow,
would you dive into the river, struggling upstream?
Or would you let the water flow by your feet?
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the empty
03:54
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Stars hang out of line-
Scared of what you’ll find?
Clusters of diamond upon black crushed velvet,
eternal and echoing, I gaze at its face.
My soft voice is lost in the empty-
life around me exists, unchanged.
Speckles of glass upon rough, gray concrete,
My shadow is melting- I pace and pace.
I will not apologize for the empty-
within me, I fear it lies en-caged.
Sun peeks through the blinds-
Running out of time?
The sky is long.
Why does my mind live in me?
The wind whips through my fingers but
my feet will never face the trees.
Glowing and golden, sitting on the ceiling,
unsettled and silent, I’m on my knees.
The air around me whispers softly, empty,
fractured sentences in the breeze.
Clusters of diamond upon black crushed velvet,
echoing, echoing- I cannot see.
Within and above me- hear it cry, the empty,
terrified of what I need.
Stars gleam in your eyes
but if you breathe, it dies.
The sky is long.
Why does my heart live in me?
The wind whips through my fingers but
my feet will never face the trees.
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3. |
my heart lives in me!
01:46
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4. |
the sky is long
02:52
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Been waiting for the tide to come in for a while now.
Been waiting for the light to dim so I can see out.
I bet the water's cold, but I guess I might never know.
Oh, I'm tired of being dramatic-- too tired to put on a show.
The sky is long
and so I'm holding on to anything.
Been looking for just the right words that hit the right way.
Been looking for forgiveness for all I did and the things I didn't say.
Yes, my mind is cold-- the empty just won't go away.
So maybe my songs won't be good-- but maybe that's okay.
The sky is long
and so I'm holding on to anything.
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SirSchub Forest Park, Illinois
he/they
Chicago-based singer-songwriter singing you a little song. Folk/indie/pop/whocansay. Hit me up if you need a voice.
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