This is another acoustic original by me. I am trying to be a little more folk in my writing as you can tell. I hope you enjoy. These are the lyrics: When i was much, younger, i dreamed of a better place
Now i am crowded with nothing but thunder and a crisp winter breeze
Oh how i dream of being my own man
But i am surrounded by, who i really am
You hold down and clam that i can't see where to go
I can't see through winter's snow
I'm older now and i don't have time to show
I can't see were to go
Writers of the storm
Write me a way
Through this harsh
Winter snow
Writers of the storm
When you lead me
Lead me far away
From my own troubles and pain
When i was much younger i dreamed of being a free man
Now im cluttered with all i have to be and who i really am
I sit on this rusted train, blackened snow bellow my feet
As the world seems to, roll on by
Tracks seem to barely screech as i pray for the summer
And a sandy western beach
Put me up on a mountain top
And i will tell you were the earth stops
But don't you know it doesn't matter
If you gave me wings, i'd jump right off the top
But it doesn't really matter
No it doesn't really matter
Writers of the storm
Write me a way
Through this empty place
Writers of the storm
When you lead me
Lead me far away
From my own pain
I recall the summer sun
Memories of when i was young
Fall leaves on the damp ground
The inspiration i truly found
Came from what was all
Around
Writers of the storm
Guide me away
From all my trouble and pain
Writers of the storm
Write me to have
A happy ending
You know I need a happy ending
really really enjoyed this, beautiful lyrics :)
roooseb 8 months ago
@roooseb Thank you!! I love your channel :)
JustinRTime 8 months ago