Anyone who knows me knows that I love music. I've played the drums since I was 17 and I’ve
posted some videos of me jamming with my friends on facebook. I was in a particularly great band when I
served in the military called Mister Coffee and the Grounds for Divorce. We played Texas style rhythm and blues
sprinkled with classic rock. It was a
fun band to be in….we played often and we were good friends. I miss those days.
Later in life I picked up the guitar. I try to play so that people don’t run off
screaming and covering their ears. I’m
my harshest critic. I did write a song
several years ago.
I’m adopted. I was
adopted as an infant and I had a great upbringing. Loving parents and great siblings. Yet, I always wondered where I came
from. So I wrote a song about my birth
mother before I found out who she was. I
may tell the rest of the story someday.
Here’s the song. The letters
above the lyrics are the basic chords. I’ve
worked on it with my musician buddy Darren although we never finished it. I still think it would be a great song.
Don’t worry about the melody. Just check out the lyrics.
Dm E
She was 16 years old
Lost in grief alone
D
She made her mistakes
A
Created this face
Dm E
Can you see her
Can you see her
Faced with a choice
Heard a small voice
Can I care for him
Or should I share for him
Dm E
Can you see her
Can you see her
(faster)
Dm E
She pushes through a summer crowd
As loud as the din of her sins
She sees a man with blue eyes and dark skin
There's something eerily familiar about his grin
Is he a ghost from her past
He moves like a man she once knew
D
She cried come back to me
A
He disappeared with the breeze
Dm E
Can you see her
Tell me can you see her
(two times)
G
She cried the day
A
They took him away
(slower)
She's walked this earth for a while
Sometimes it's not easy to smile
But can you look in my face
And answer me this
Can you see her
Tell me can you see her
I could barely see through the tears as I read.
ReplyDeleteBeing a young mom of 16 myself at that time and having a sense of closeness to this story...your song "Can You See Her" touched me deeply. I can only imagine the pain your birth mother carried for the son she 'had to share' and choices she felt she had to make. The sacrifice she made was such a 'beautiful gift' to give another.
I was moved by your heart towards her before you even knew her story or met her. I'm sure that your adopted mom had a great influence on what helped to shape those precious attributes in you. It's 'beautiful'. Thank you for sharing Steve.