“Daniel”…

In light of the tragedy in Baltimore in August 2012, I have written a song lyric. It is about a brave 17-year old named Daniel Borowy who was recently the victim of a random act of violence. I used it as the centerpiece for a multi-genre piece, and it won the Marjorie McLaughlin Folendorf award in 2013. Thankfully, he lived and appears to have recovered well, but that’s really just a silver lining. People, we need to wake up. We need to take action to make things better and be more positive. We are a country, we are brothers and sisters, and we do not need to be hurting eachother. I know people often claim we have crossed the line of “going too far” (especially in light of the incident in Aurora,CO), since messed up things happen every day, but this should be the final straw. I literally wept when I read his story, and if you haven’t looked it up, please take the time to do so and send positive thoughts his way. In case you haven’t caught on from my other lyric posts, the italicized portion is the chorus.

“Daniel”

Danny boy, so full of joy

The wonder in his eyes

Came to school, feelin’ cool

Never knowing the surprise

That lay ahead, when he left his bed

To start another year

Of class, as he walked on past

Some stranger, a drinking peer.

Down the halls, he saw the walls

Littered with welcomes and bulletins

Humming a tune, to the lunch room

He went to meet his friends.

He took his seat, with the lunch meat

And milk upon his tray

If the label’s words were mockingbirds,

Maybe they could have tried to say:

Get up dear son, you’ve got to run

You’ve got to get away

Some careless words amongst the herds

Will ruin this perfect day.

 

A boy in need, a rotten seed

Will spoil the whole bunch

He’s lost his way, oh please get away

He wants more than your lunch.

 

Sittin’ there, his demeanor fair,

He waved and mouthed, “Hi.”

His closest friend on the other end

Never thought to say good-bye.

C’mon I mean, they were seventeen

The world held so much more

But then I guess, when minds get messed

Some things are too loud to ignore.

Then the stranger, the lone ranger

Reeking of vodka and blind hate with

Courage made of fire-water, led a lamb to the slaughter.

He chose Daniel’s fate.

With a bang Baltimore rang

Echoing a horrid fact

A boy with Down’s Syndrome began to foam,

A slug put through his back.

Get up dear son, you’ve got to run

You’ve got to get away

Some careless words amongst the herds

Will ruin this perfect day.

 

A boy in need, a rotten seed

Will spoil the whole bunch

He’s lost his way, oh please get away

He wants more than your lunch.

 

Hateful words can sting, and here’s the thing

Though they do not hurt like lead

If they can linger, then just a finger

Can leave a whole world dead.

This does not excuse the abuse

For actions speak the loudest but

If we wear the mask, then I must ask

Who is left the proudest?

When we refuse to see with empathy

How our actions affect our brothers

And our prospective friends find bitter ends

In the hands of their weeping mothers.

Dan, if you only can, stay awake my man

You will fight the good fight

You will live and grow, do not go

Gentle into that good night.

Yeah again, when the light pulls you in

You need to fight even harder

You’re a symbol of our need to rise above

We don’t need another martyr.

Keep Your Head Up…

Seeing as I’ve been told that my writing would be well-suited for the rap/spoken word type of genre, I’ve decided to pursue that option lyrically in this post (for fun).

“Keep Your Head Up”

A thin dividing line

Constantly moving between

A world that exists in truth

And a world that remains unseen

A stained-glass reputation spreads,

Bleeding its hands clean of

A word that becomes an act and

Separates sacred from obscene.

A stone cast at a shadow

That turns man into machine

A faith that becomes a law

And judges a hopeless teen

A cause that births the rebel

Makes the end outweigh the mean

A cry that rings out for change

But lacks the heart to intervene.

You’re so much better than you know.

You’re a garden that’s waiting to grow

You’re a well that’s wishing to overflow

You’re free, you hold the key, if you could only see

You reap what you sow.

An artist tracing a cavern wall

Confuses genius with stealth

A ceaseless whisper paints

A fractured image of itself

A billion scattered reflections reveal

A portrait of American health

A heavy crown made for giants

Draped upon the shoulders of an elf

A dead puppeteer manipulates

The same string from which he hung himself

A heartstring dangling from

A figurine upon a shelf

A dance of death, a circular orbit

Around a universe of wealth.

A copper lady turns green and rots

She refused to liberate herself.

You’re so much better than you know.

You’re a garden that’s waiting to grow

You’re a well that’s wishing to overflow

You’re free, you hold the key, if you could only see

You reap what you sow