The name of this tune is - "In Time For The Spring". It is about redemption and coming back home to start afresh, to start anew

YouTube Link: (Lyrics Video)

https://youtu.be/qTGnC_EfUn8

The lyrics are as below:

The wind held its sway

In its promise to keep me warm

And whispered my name

Right in the eye of the storm

With the stillness around

I could negotiate

Few moments of peace

Before the levee breaks

Time had arrived

Tracing my reverie

We walked hand in hand

Past all my memories

Of my chequered life

With all of its promises

Those that survived

And the ones that never saw the light of the day

Some drifted away

In the wild summer swing

And never returned 

In Time For The Spring 

The storm passed away

Leaving its legacy

In its fury and rage

I found my sanctuary

In the remains of the day

I found those shattered dreams

Those that drifted away

Swept by the summer breeze

They went too far away

Wondering

Now they long to return 

In Time For The Spring 

The wind calls my name again

Whispering

It will carry me home

In Time For The Spring

In the arms of the spring

In the house of the sun

I can still find a place

When I come undone

If you want to check out the album here are the links below:

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5WDL8y2oCQ1VawwMMhU5KT?si=CuIHjWB_QqSI8UnmIhGeQw

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/au/album/what-goes-around-comes-around/1811852211

As always would love to hear your feedback on the song and anything that you might want to share

Thanks for listening,

Arnab

As for the video, me encantan las historias con ranas y sapos... This is why I made a frog appear in the part that fits the story; how many tales of frogs and toads becoming a Prince? But when love looks away = fading Prince  lol

the other parts of the song are represented in the vid using my own footage, heat, even being fresh at home, makes me feel tired, rellay tired = a patchwork vdeo. I hope my song and vid entertain you!!!

Tke care

https://youtu.be/iiS8zCZB56c

There is no movement  in my mind

nor words 

looking for more words

my thoughts are dead

while I watch 

the walls

the lamp

the sleeping clock

and that closed door

that makes me feel

 like a flye on the tongue 

of a frog 

at the mercy 

of the voracious appetite

of the end of a dream

Where is my essence?

The bottle containing it

now is broken

only a slight aroma remains, 

so diffuse...

How to stop this reality

when Yersterday is dressed 

in badly laid bricks

How to retracce a path

lost in a discarded draft

How to avoid those stones that I trip over 

even having changed my way

how how how