Uploaded a demo of “Slow Down.” Let me know what you think.
I know everyone has got a mother
I know everyone has got a father
Still I’m half of them I can’t believe it
Does that mean my blood has ashes coursing through it?
Don’t try and tell me that it’s only fate
Don’t try and pass me the collection plate
I’d give a dime for all the times he prayed
If peace not pain defined his final days
His phrases form in mazes
Inside my head
I search for paths to lead me
To what he said
Feel sick, woozy stumbling, out of place
Time ticks, but grief don’t like to leave in haste
Would he be proud of all the things I say?
Would he be proud of who I am today?
Look into my red eyes
I could stand to slow down now