Howdy folks -
I recorded a cover of a song by which I'm sharing for this week's Openmic.
LYRICS
I was born on a mountain with a cross in my hand
My mother, she was beautiful, she died for the land
My father was a warrior, he fought hard for the cause
But all he was winning was a thousand empty wars
I was liked, I was loved, I was lifted above
I was lynched in the street like the rest
Dead was the sound as my lips kissed the ground
Like an angel returned to it's nest
I am rust, I am gravel, I am sound that won't travel
I am guts spilling out of a whore
I could lead you like ants to the kingdom of roses
And show you the shimmering shore
I was lit like a candle to show you the darkness
The faeces that clings to your shoes
But who takes the blame when the heat from the flame
Gets too hot and set lights to the fuse?
Your silence is golden, your silence is treacle
Your silence is filling the halls
Your silence is all that remains of your misery
It's dripping like sap from the walls
You could have been clever, you could have been colder
You could have been clear and away
But all you could muster was one little wimper
And now silence is all that remains