All my songs lyrics will appear here, such as:
“Everything we do or say, affects tomorrow in some way”
from The Troubadour’s Prophecy.
Soon, in the following order:
Ballad of Springhill
Ballad of Walter Edgi
Colliding With Goliath
© Jonathan Churcher 2015
Verse One
He was on a world tour, young, healthy, virile, strong.
Very suave, very cool, with a gift for sweet love songs.
He could move woman’s hearts, he could make them swoon and weep.
They’d scream for him on stage, and call his name out in their sleep.
But the woman he desired, his true soul mate for this life.
The one he loved so deeply, she called him late one night.
Bluntly, and unkindly she declared, “We are through.
I’ve emptied the entire house and our bank account, too.
You’re not creating music, you’re pimping for the man.
Send nothing for my birthday, don’t speak to me again.”
His heart was heavy with grief and disgrace
But he had to perform and with a smile on his face.
Three Times A Lady, Fly Me To the Moon
Ain’t No Cure For Love, he’d valiantly croon.
Take It Easy, Michelle, My Heart Will Go On,
Love Will Keep Us Alive, but the thrill was gone.
He was colliding with Goliath, but time’s healing hands revealed
What the dark and lonely battle with his demons had concealed.
Over the horizon rose a glowing, inner sun.
And then the war was over, he survived, he won.
Those who face Goliath, they are warriors tried and true.
Their solo warrior’s dance opens doors we all walk through.
Verse Two
She wrote seven drafts of a story she so baldy had to tell
Each one fraught with sweat and tears, was driven and compelled.
But every time she handed over the re-written manuscript,
The editor would laugh and scoff and try to make her quit.
Courageously she handed in the reworked manuscript once more and thought,
“This one will change the game and open every door”.
But the editor replied:
“You are not a budding writer, an author you will never be.
Your writing’s not much better than a teenager’s diary.
Don’t waste your time, go home, throw away your writing tools
Go hang your head and stand in line with those other loser fools”.
She started in again with passion not despair,
Refusing to be silenced and abandoning all care.
Words they flowed freely, sentences were tight,
Paragraphs and chapters, she knew when they were right.
She grasped essential truth and laid them out so clean,
Her ninth draft was accepted, she got to live her dream.
She collided with Goliath and refused to back away.
She looked a monster in the eye and said, “I’m here to stay!”.
Her strength of mind kept her in the true arc of her life,
She can call herself an author, for that she’s earned the right.
Those who face Goliath they are warriors tried and true,
Their solo warrior’s dance opens doors we all walk through.
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Have You Ever
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Where I want to Be
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