Written in response to the sruggle for democracy in Mid East (one westerner's response) |
THIRD DRAFT What are we waiting for? By Brandy Dinsmore I saw you on the news the other night with fires behind you burning bright The sounds of protest ringing in my ear, a people who refuse to disappear. CHORUS: Iāve never been in your shoes. Never even had to choose between fighting a war and living life without a muse. Never had to live in fear. Never watched my village disappear but I hear your spirits singing loud and clear. I heard your interview on NPR last night in the middle of the firefight. Scholars weighing guns against the pen. I wondered which will triumph in the end? BRIDGE: So hard to listen to the radio these days, people killed by their own heads of state. Itās like weāre staring down at our own past: scared that this experiment wonāt last? Why canāt we hear their voices sing? Canāt we hear the bells of freedom ring? Do we even dare to dream? When I saw you on the morning news, weary voice, but still so resolute, exhaustion hadnāt dimmed your stand; sowing seeds of freedom in your land. CHORUS: Then add: Can you hear the voice of freedom over fear? The pen of wisdom trumps the gun and spear but who will there be left to hear? Poetry can make the spirits soar, but it takes a land of hopeful souls to negotiate an end to war. So what are we waiting for? What are we waiting for? 5/12/11 ****************************************************************************************************************** SECOND DRAFT āI Saw You On The News Tonightā by Brandy Dinsmore I saw you on the news the other night the fire behind you burning bright. Something in your eyes made me see a kindred spirit yearning to be free. It was hard for me to hear the sounds of your entire world turning inside out. Youāre a nameless face in a foreign place, so why did I feel you were a friend of mine? CHORUS: Iāve never been in your shoes. Never even had to choose between a war and a life without a muse. Never had to live in fear. Never had to lose someone so dear, but something about you stirred my soul when I heard your spirit yearning to be whole. I heard you on the radio last night. Your hopeful words brought tears to my eyes. I felt my heart begin to swell, with the seeds of liberty that wonāt be quelled. And on the TV news this morning, you said you're tired and torn but watching freedom forming. And I prayed your song will not grow dim, cause this struggle's worth it in the end. BRIDGE: Itās so hard to listen to the radio these days so many killed by their own heads of state. But canāt you hear their voices sing? You know, they hear the bell of freedom ringing in their souls? CHORUS with changes: Iāve never been in your shoes, never even had to choose between a war and a life without a muse. Never raised a family in a wartorn land, Never pointed a weapon at my fellow man, Never really had to take a stand. When I saw you on the news tonight, you said, you mourn your losses but still you'll stay and fight. And I know you won't be weeping for long, now that you've heard that sirenās song. But take it from a friend in a foreign place, something has changed upon your face. It's taking root inside your soul, even though it will take time to reach your final goal. It will always be a song inside your soul. You see, freedom can make you whole. To those in the Middle East with birth pains of democracy. ********************************************************************************************** FIRST DRAFT āOn The News Tonightā by Brandy Dinsmore I saw you on the news last night the fire behind you glowing bright. Something in your eyes made me see a kindred spirit yearning to be free. I should be sad to hear the sound of your world turning upside down. You are a nameless face in a foreign place, so why do feel you are a friend of mine? CHORUS: Iāve never been where you are, Never had to suffer through a war, But I couldnāt help but hear your song of hope ringing in my ear. Your excited voice made me smile, as I shared this freedom dream with you, meanwhile I felt my heart begin to swell, with the seeds of liberty that canāt be quelled. CHORUS: BRIDGE: Itās hard to listen to the radio these days so many killed by their own heads of state But canāt you hear their voices sing? Do you know they hear the bell of freedom ring in their souls? I saw you on the news last night Tired and weary but youāre still in the fight. Donāt let the sound go dim, my friend, cause I know it will be worth it in the end. CHORUS (with changes): Iāve never been where you are, Never had to suffer through a war, For your freedom, Iāll no longer live in fear, cause I know I heard your soul singing my ear. And now I know you wonāt lose hope for long, cause once youāve heard that sirenās song it will take root inside your soul, even though you may not yet reach that final goal. It will always be sung inside your soul, my friend. ācause freedom is worth it in the end, I know, freedom can make you whole. SWPoet 4-22-11 See link for events the song was based on, specifically 4-22-11. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timeline_of_the_Syrian_Civil_War_(January%E2%80%93April_2011) |