Hi All,
This is a first sketch for the chorus of a song having to do with alcoholism. Please let me know what you think:
In your mind, a tiny figure
Knocking on a door
To an elusive room
On an imagined floor,
In that room are all the things
You'll ever do or be,
And also all the horrors
That will never set you free,
Until you learn to like what's in the mirror
More than you like what's in the glass.
Copyright 2007@Cosmic.
Thanks.
This is a first sketch for the chorus of a song having to do with alcoholism. Please let me know what you think:
In your mind, a tiny figure
Knocking on a door
To an elusive room
On an imagined floor,
In that room are all the things
You'll ever do or be,
And also all the horrors
That will never set you free,
Until you learn to like what's in the mirror
More than you like what's in the glass.
Copyright 2007@Cosmic.
Thanks.