Surrendering Influence

Tonight is one of those nights where the truth I believe in, the truth I know, clashes with the truth that I experience in my waking hours. Tonight is one of those nights where the screaming and the cussing, the backbiting and the gossiping, finds its way to cut the skin of memories. My keepsakes. My treasured moments. Tonight is one of those nights where I am reminded, in the final analysis, you will always be alone.

When all thoughts become muffled and unclear, I go back to the one thing that helps me hear a little bit more clearly.

Music.

Over the years I have written songs for private reflection. For private sharing. And at most times, the words I weave with melody are the most honest expressions my soul can ever muster. I listen to them tonight to remind myself of who I am. Without those who claimed to have influence over me. For my songs were never influenced by anybody else but God.

Where Did I Go

Days and days are moving on
I watch the cars out on the street
in the rain

Years and years are floating past
Boats and wounds and dreams and hopes
and me
Where did I go
The child that used to be me
Where did I go
Am I inside myself

Pictures of the victims of
a situation undreamed of
planes and bombs and war decisions
winners and losers of
Hiroshima

Where did you go
The child that used to be you
Where did you go
Are you inside yourself
Where did I go
The child that used to be me
Where did I go
Am I inside myself

Your Armor by Charlotte Martin

I saw this video in a friend's Facebook and loved it immediately. The piano riffs and the soothing voice reminded me of the days where I used to spend on my own piano.