Calm Morning Scripture - 1st chorus

The idea was to write about it. To write into it. To write around it, encircle it, and bind its limbs. To write about the good times and the bad. To write about the opportunities gained and missed. To write about cold February afternoons standing in demonstration outside the capitol steps. To write about lonely afternoons in empty classrooms, trying to find a way to fill the room between scratching out lesson plans and sub notes. I couldn't write through silence, so I wrote through song - a tune in my head, which caused the words to pour out. Sometimes it was a slow trickle, and other times a steady downpour. I'll let the reader decide if it's poetic or artificial, but it all came from me. It all came from within me.

...this was the first chorus of my tune.