THE SPACE IN A SONG TO THINK
Rebecca Martin
Just when you think no one’s looking
All the eyes are focused on
What it was I meant to say
In the meaning of a song
What if all I meant to do
Was to clear an open space
In between the page and ink
There was only you
I may see a gold rush
You may see a black cloud
What it is that I see
Isn’t what you see at all
What if all I meant to do
Was to clear an open space
In between the page and ink
There was only you
Let this be learning
That we’re all allowed
To take what we need
And to give what is needed
We will speak of daybreak
We will speak of night fall
I will speak of slowness
To be sure we see it all
All it was I meant to do
Was to clear an open space
In between the page and ink
There was only you
JUST A BOY
Rebecca Martin
Past the bookends
Stairwells and phantoms
Faced with the pages
Of ancients and sages
Over mines
The writer’s blocked
Over tired
His thoughts are bound and tied
The mooring passed us
So our fleet went in search of
Answers to questions
Without Gods or fearful hearts
Just a boy and his firm belief
That the sun is all he needs
The beautiful and wide eyed
Are the ones who’ll get things done
There’s not a soul around who understands this
Like his mother does
“For us all there comes a time
when the spark grows dim then dies”.
Then Change
TO PROVE THEM WRONG
Rebecca Martin
There’s no need to prove them wrong
Just write the words that come to you
When your mind is a big black box
Filled with ugly thoughts
Be brave and open it
Don’t pretend that the hungry crowd
Isn’t what you want
They’ve come for you
Tell the tale of a wise old bard
Take them once around
The block and lead them
No more questions
You’re beautiful
Beauty
WHAT FEELS LIKE HOME
Rebecca Martin
Lately I’ve found that something’s been unsaid
Forgotten old rooms in my heart and my head
I’ve thought to myself all I’ve ever revealed
Was a perfect invention.
What feels like home
Is a hole to sink down into.
Intimate sharing and inventory
Showing to strangers what friends haven’t seen
I’ll rework what is true and inflate what is me
To keep myself grounded
What feels like home
Is a hole to sink down into
I’ve never questioned the words in my head
The ones I can’t find or the ones that I meant
The absolute truth is impossible to tell
and what’s true sounds like lies now
What feels like home
Is a hole to sink down into
A MILLION MILES
Rebecca Martin
I asked you how your love would change
In a million miles
A hundred years
A single day
Gentle and kind he took my hand
“This love is old, traveled and sewn
What’s past what’s forward
my heart is yours”.
The silvery night
Will pass just like the last one
What’s yours is mine
This sun the moon and stars
Hang over head
Like an ancient muse
I don’t know why it took this long
To find your face in the crowd
No matter, love
I’ve found you now
AFTER MIDNIGHT
Rebecca Martin
After midnight in a bungalow
There’s a countdown
To when he’s leaving those
Comrades on the ground
Hardened faces painted green and gold
All that’s missing if the truth be told
Is the will to fight once more
Every thought was of his wife and kids
In an order they would tear apart what once was sound
Family parts leave orphan’s without homes
Back on the ground there were parades
Promises and accolades
Every night he’s with his wife and kids
At home the hero’s having nightmares of all he’s done
AS FOR YOU, RABA
R. Martin / K. Rosenwinkel
As for you, Raba
Try not to make a sound
The boys in blue have come for you now
“We are human!
This flesh of mine that you’ll take
might mean nothing to you
but to me means everything.”
Out on the corner
With all her things in tow
A cold heart to greet hers
She’s used to that, just go
No hope for a future
No help in being whole
Waiting in the quiet
On her back while they attack
The beauty of a woman
Fields and fences
Watching defenseless
As they take her down
FREE AT LAST
Rebecca Martin
What will you do
With the little bit of time
You have been given?
Can love come back to you
After being dead
From all those years of taking?
Let the black cloud break
That’s hanging over head
A kind word could calm you down
But it’s not enough
To save you from your past and be free at last
Your hands are shaking
Your anger so severe
Will passing awaken you?
Let the black cloud break
That’s hanging over head
A kind word could calm you down
But it’s not enough
To save you from your past and be free at last
Close your eyes tonight and tell yourself
Tomorrow you’ll find what’s bleeding
Hold it tight I know you’ll do what’s right
Before it’s time to go
So you can say you’ve done your best
Honestly into the tides receding
PIECES
Rebecca Martin
At long last he came to me
But in pieces
Held only together
By the skin and the bones
and the strongest will I’ve ever known
and the fear of floating
Take him fast today
So it’s over before he knows
So it’s over before he knows
Close your eyes and remember
The young boy wading
At the bend in the river
and with your soul on a string
Cast it to the warm wind
This moment means everything
You’re forgiven
Now go
LULLABY
Rebecca Martin
Under the covers
After the phone
Left to dream
All alone
With the angels who he feels akin
Will see he’s safe
While I’m far from him
Sleep my love
Trust the night to take you
Stars and all
To cast the daylights doubt
You’ve given so much again
Think of home
Soon you’ll be home
TALKING
Rebecca Martin
When we speak it takes everything
Not to tell the truth or look at you
Into the eyes of a liar
Do you know who it is you’re talking to?
Just another moment
To walk around the bedroom floor
The times that I adored you
Kept me coming back for more
Talking to you
What’s there to say dear
When I know so well
The places you’re protecting
Are broken all to hell
This time I must be going
I should have packed up long ago
The only thing that’s certain
The only thing I know
No more talking
Talking to you
MAKE THE DAYS RUN FAST
Rebecca Martin
Make the days run fast little brother
Every given task into another
In a distant land under desert sandy skies
You and I
Had walked the fields and forests
With the sounds of spring singing for us
Bound by flesh and blood and a story
Hand in hand.
Hold my hand
In our perfect world there was softness and meaning
Up ahead there was war
and sounds of mortar rounds
Make the days run fast little brother
Every given task into another
In a distant land where you’re dreaming
Hold my hand
Whatever lies before us
For everyone
It is unknown
YOU’RE OLDER
R. Martin/A.Andreas/M.Rowe
You might as well embrace it
Autumn shows in your face
The pointed direction we’re going
Closes a family circle
You’re older
Look at what you’ve done now
Children and grand ones to dot on
and someone who’ll love you when you call
Through decades of sunshine and snowfall
You’re older
I’ve never seen such glowing
I’ve never known such care
These days were meant to be golden
Dying is something we all do
Like it or not
It’s natural
Best that we keep it on the tip of our tongues
Talking about it might help us
When we’re older
