Some of us, more than others, find it hard to forge a successful path in life. That conundrum has only deepened and been emphasised by current national and global trends. I have written this song, which is deeply personal, but will probably resonate with many folks. I will let the lyrics speak for themselves:
I Am More
Verse 1
I am more than the mother whose always there
I am more
than the teacher who guides
and I’m more
than the carer who helps the dying
I am a being of creative flight.
Chorus
Society holds no spaces
for those who sing a different tune
There are only the spaces to walk straight lines
Others are left to float in between
We are the stars without a firmament
The walkers without a path.
Verse 2
Hope dissolving
a droplet of water, descending over time
Hope dissolving
fading my effervescent butterfly wings
For butterflies diminish over time, over time.
Chorus
Verse 3
Mine is the realisation
That success comes in Tiny things
Mine is the realisation
That joy is a small pearl of a thing
Mine is the realisation
that I am left to only polish my light, polish my light, polish my light.
The melody is still bubbling and loose but has a “Je ne regrette rien” feel to it…….