The woman I see
The woman I see
Verse
I’ve been shaken by the loss of my father;
been awakened to mortality.
The things I have taken for granted
now suddenly matter to me.
I am desperately searching for purpose.
I am drowning and clutching at straws.
I’m more alone than I’ve ever been
trying to fill the void of my loss.
Chorus
I’m afraid of the woman I see;
looking back at me.
I recognize my mother
and what’s soon to be.
I’m afraid of the woman I see;
looking back at me.
Verse
I’ve been shaken by the loss of my beauty
been awakened from my beauty sleep.
I have crow’s feet and I have wrinkles
Now only old men look at me.
I’m desperately trying turn back pages
I’m afraid for the story to end.
There’s no happily ever after
but I keep trying to pretend.
Chorus
I’m afraid of the woman I see;
looking back at me.
I recognize my mother
and what’s soon to be.
I’m afraid of the woman I see;
looking back at me.
Bridge
The grapes turned into raisins
not into chardonnay.
The pretty flower faded
my hair is turning gray.
Verse
I’ve been shaken by the loss of my father;
been awakened to mortality.
The things I have taken for granted
now suddenly matter to me.
I am desperately searching for purpose.
I am drowning and clutching at straws.
I’m more alone than I’ve ever been
trying to fill the void of my loss.
Chorus
I’m afraid of the woman I see;
looking back at me.
I recognize my mother
and what’s soon to be.
I’m afraid of the woman I see;
looking back at me.
Verse
I’ve been shaken by the loss of my father;
been awakened to mortality.
The things I have taken for granted
now suddenly matter to me.
I am desperately searching for purpose.
I am drowning and clutching at straws.
I’m more alone than I’ve ever been
trying to fill the void of my loss.
Chorus
I’m afraid of the woman I see;
looking back at me.
I recognize my mother
and what’s soon to be.
I’m afraid of the woman I see;
looking back at me.
Verse
I’ve been shaken by the loss of my beauty
been awakened from my beauty sleep.
I have crow’s feet and I have wrinkles
Now only old men look at me.
I’m desperately trying turn back pages
I’m afraid for the story to end.
There’s no happily ever after
but I keep trying to pretend.
Chorus
I’m afraid of the woman I see;
looking back at me.
I recognize my mother
and what’s soon to be.
I’m afraid of the woman I see;
looking back at me.
Bridge
The grapes turned into raisins
not into chardonnay.
The pretty flower faded
my hair is turning gray.
Verse
I’ve been shaken by the loss of my father;
been awakened to mortality.
The things I have taken for granted
now suddenly matter to me.
I am desperately searching for purpose.
I am drowning and clutching at straws.
I’m more alone than I’ve ever been
trying to fill the void of my loss.
Chorus
I’m afraid of the woman I see;
looking back at me.
I recognize my mother
and what’s soon to be.
I’m afraid of the woman I see;
looking back at me.
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Comments
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Caroll, What a lovely and poignant song. Another gem from your pen!
Mind if I steal this line?
The grapes turned into raisins
not into chardonnay.
Outstanding
Sid
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no problem. No money in writing anymore anyways.Just write to be part of the process creating songs.0
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Good for you! Only joking about the line stealing but the talent is there for all to see.
I wish you all the best
Sid
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Appreciate it. thanks!0
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Just beautiful Carroll. I love what you’ve written here. Such a real, honest sentiment, conveyed very well. I always say I write for me, and then it’s really nice if someone appreciates it too. I really appreciate what you’ve written here. A bold, honest expression of real life experience, written well. Thank you.0
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Thank you. Most of mine are not about myself. Just characters I imagine.0
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Even better. I'm messed up enough I have an endless supply of material. I've written to ideas put before me, but for me, writing to my experiences flows much more readily. Nicely done.
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