April’s Waltz Poem/Lyrics by B. Glenn-Copeland © B. Glenn Copeland SOCAN 2015 April is waltzing with winter Nursing a flame in her breast Blind to our plight, we shiver through night not seeing the light she offers. She suffers knowing her children are sleeping Deaf to the life that is ending Deaf to the call of the loons Bound to our pain, shackled for gain Full of disdain for Mother, each other. Wondrous the lives in her keeping... Holding us, precious and fragile Living and dying as one When will we see how life could be if love set us free from old times, these cold times while April is waltzing and weeping. | Hello friends. I have been unable to post anything for a very long time. Partially, this has been because so much is happening in my musical life right now. But part of this has been because I couldn't find a way to express what I wanted to say in this rather intimate blog about the darker side of this past year. Primarily it has been so uplifting, but it has also been so painful. My email is daily filled with pleas for funds, for involvement, for response! I know you know. So tonight I decided to let this song, originally written as a poem, speak the pain. Tomorrow is another day. I will look for the light. |
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