My October Birthday Week (7 Songs) with singer-songwriter, nature, & animal lover Shayla Morag
- Here I Am Now
- I Feel Your Love
- Opal Sky
- Crying Angels
- House of Summer
- Losing You
- Beautiful Place
Here I Am Now (Monday)
The ladybug crawls, daisies circle my crown, a butterfly flies around my gown, I feel the breeze within my hair and I feel free | Moving through grass, in my bare feet, feeling all the things that are so sweet, seeing the blue sky open up from fluffy clouds
As I look up, I see a bird, the cardinal keeps looking at the earth, it seems to be, comforting me, as I venture through my days
Here I am now, I love where I am
The trees sway as I walk, stream flows through the rocks, a bubble bee teases the fear in me, I feel the sun rays on my face and I feel glee | Moving through thoughts with my bare soul, feeling all the beauty on a sunbathing stroll, seeing an ant hill just before I step ahead
As I look down, I see a frog, the bullfrog keeps looking at the log, the worm seems to know, it’s time to go, and burrows back home
I Feel Your Love (Tuesday)
Sometimes in dreamland , I reach for your hand, I know you’ll understand, how much I miss you. | I hold my pillow tight, to help me through the night, I lay it to the right, as if you’re sleeping
I feel your love, I feel your love, I feel your love, I feel your love
I feel you near me, I miss you dearly, I feel I can talk to you, on the other side, I hear you clearly, love you sincerely, I say your name, I feel your flame
Sometimes when I am alone, all by myself at home, I reach for my phone, to hear your voice. | I struggle with my mind, of memories left behind, your messages to rewind, to have you here
Opal Sky (Wednesday)
The colour of blue, reminds me of you | your piercing pale eyes - looked through me - knowing who I was right away | The colour of red, nervous stomach from dread, my blood in my veins - moved through me - knowing what I should really do
I need to put my feet on the ground, feel the wind on my face, let the numbness erase | To plant myself in one place, give my soul love and grace and make myself whole
The colour of black, trying hard to unpack | your tattoo sweet words - sung to me - running your fingers through my hair | The colour of white, memories in moonlight, my dress in the rain - clung to me - running lost into your arms
The colour of pink, love gone in a blink | your years loving us - swept from me - walking away with my heart | The colour of green, that day at 13, my tears on the lawn - wept from me - walking in someone else’s shoes
Crying Angels (Thursday)
You tell me I’m your soul mate, but if I was your soul mate, you would know how my heartaches, when you say those words to me | And you tell me I’m your true love, you’re not my real true blue love, yes you’re in love with a true love, but it’s the person in the mirror
Cause I’m tired of crying angels, tired of crying angels, tired of crying angels lingering over me
You tell me I’m your best friend, but if I was your best friend, you would never need to pretend, when you say you really care | And I’m your kindred spirit, you’re not my kindred spirit, yes you’re in love with a spirit, but it’s the kind that you drink
House of Summer (Friday)
There was a house, it sat very still, on a small little hill, the sunset had dark clouds | This big yellow house, it had a view of the lights, on the river at night, the silence was loud | There was a breeze, as I laid on my bed, on a quilt made with thread, sewn with my grandmother’s love | The breeze smelled of pulp, from the mill in the town, lounging in my nightgown, feeling loved from above
Newspapers stacked up the walls, of news from long ago, kitty cat wallpaper looking at me, teaching books piled high and low
La La La La La…
There was a fort, it lived in the trees, where nobody sees, young dreams to ignite | This sweet outdoor fort, it had a window and door, with costumes galore, variety shows by flashlight | There was a barn, it burned to the ground, on Halloween night, with neighbours around | This large red roofed barn, with antiques in hay, treasures lost in a day, our voice had no sound
Crystal china filled the cupboards, ready for a party to start, the pot belly stove sat in the back room, with brushes in water from art
Losing You (Saturday)
I woke up in the night, grasping your picture, I didn’t feel quite right, your memory was so real | I had gone into the attic, looking for some things that I had lost, I found the sketches that you gave me, and your letters in a box… remembering
Losing you - and how our love was really true - losing you - and how it always has been you
The bright morning light, shone through my curtains, I smelled your Pure White, your cologne was still strong | I had rooted through the basement, looking for some pieces of my heart, I found the songs we sang together, with you on the guitar, and I fell apart… remembering
I gave up the fight, forgetting about you, you were a big part of my life, which I just can’t let go | I had searched deep in my soul, looking for some meaning to this all, I found out what really happened, and why you didn’t call… remembering
Beautiful Place (Sunday)
When you’re sad and weary, feeling broken hearted, when the weather’s dreary and you can’t get started, and the story is over, but there is no end, and the pain is endless, and you can’t find a friend
Look around and you will see, a beautiful place, a beautiful space | And with your beautiful face, is a beautiful heart waiting to embrace, beautiful love, beautiful love, beautiful dreams, beautiful dreams, beautiful joy, beautiful joy, beautiful hope, beautiful hope
When the night comes early and you’re walking home, feeling tired and hungry, and somewhat all alone, and your workday is over, but it’s just beginning, and your heart feels empty and you’re never winning
When you’re feeling panicked, and you just can’t shed the fear, feeling misunderstood and valued, and it’s been a long hard year, the ties are finally loosened, but there is no sign of peace, your belief in love is shattered, and the madness won’t ever cease