Some of you have read my self-published book Learning To Jump Again, which started as a personal journal of grief after my father died. I eventually made it public in hopes that it could help others as they grieve the loss of a loved one.
Within that book were some poems, for better or worse.
When my friend Avery introduced me to the AI music-making website Suno, those poems definitely changed for the better.
I altered some of the language of the original poems to get a more singable cadence; in some, I added a chorus. In the process, I tried to find a soundtrack that matched the mood in my head. With this one, I ended up with an unexpected style, but somehow it connected. See what you think.
Here is the fourth one, with lyrics first and a link to the song second (the first song is here; the second one is here, the third one here.)
"Life Part Two"
Life will never be the same,
I know in my head, but I shield my heart.
People paw through our lives, paying pennies
for 58 years worth of stuff that got stuffed in a cart.
My dad died fast; my Mom’s been slow
to leave her home, alone.
In with the new, Life Part 2,
relentless and cold and kind.
I can’t push it away, don’t really want to,
Dusty memories get hard to find.
Bridges fall, and bridges build,
and somehow both are grace.
What we lose and what we build
still carry the same trace.
Some burn down slow, some burn down fast,
but nothing stays the same.
I’ll build with grace, with grief, with love,
until my own turn comes…
In with the new, Life Part 2,
relentless and cold and kind.
I can’t push it away, don’t really want to,
And memories haunt my mind..
I’m standing between the ones who raised me
and the ones who call me “Dad.”
I’m carrying ashes, carrying hope,
building from all I had.
If every bridge is destined to burn,
then let mine blaze with grace—
a fire to warm the ones I love
when they one day take my place.
In with the new, Life Part 2,
Inevitable and somehow kind.
I won’t push it away, I don’t really want to,
Fresh memories are one of a kind.
Inevitable and somehow kind.
Somehow kind.
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