After I found out that one of my students hung herself Friday night, I got rediculously drunk.

But the day after that, I picked up my guitar, and I ended up writing a half dozen songs. They're not really bound for any use, and the music serves mostly to carry the words. They're just therapy.

Here is one.


Lyrics:

You can't fight a giant in its own homeland,
no matter what anybody says.
Some people walk away with money in their pockets.
Most people come away dead.

It's hard to believe when the sunlight tells you
everything's got a right to exist.
There's got to be a reason for all of this violence.
No one can say what it is.

Everybody tells you, if you're looking for the future,
you can see it in the eyes of the kids.
But Breanna hung herself on a Friday night,
just like her father did.

I'm not waiting on any kind of savior.
I know that life isn't long.
But time seems to me the very definition
of what it means to be strong.

The storm everybody said was coming,
the raging, angry cyclone,
I don't need to know about distance, just tell me,
did it ever find its way home?

A young man burned to death in a car,
an old man died in his bed,
and Mrs. Martinez faded away,
no matter what her children did.

incredibly moving lyrics....these lyrics are probably the best i've ever read from you. that girl's life must have been hell.

..jesus i still have goosebumps.

Love the lyrics

seriously.

i just read over it again, and i really love the way it flows all together.



my favorite parts:

Yeah, the flow is so natural. It even seems to fall in and out of a A B A rhyme scheme.

-Very moving

Thanks. I appreciate the feedback.

Thanks for sharing this buddy.

Very nice stuff. Good job McParadigm.

excellent lyrics, i particularly like the last verse.