I joined Composer's Club a few weeks ago and have been having a lot of fun in it. I've never done something like Composer's Club before and singing in front of people is a big risk for me. In being something I've never done before, and thus a risk, it's also been a huge learning experience for me and will continue to be so. I'm increasing my own awareness of my strengths as I become more confident as a singer and am beginning to write my own song. My major motivation for joining the club was to try something new and convert some of poetry into songs. I've begun to do this by working collaboratively with Sofia, who is composing the music, and Ashika, who is singing the song and coming up with the tune. I've included my lyrics below:
Her prospects are
determined
She’s a puppet in
their hands
They pull tight on her strings
They pull tight on her strings
She must obey their
commands.
Staring at the window
pane
Violent tears pour
down.
Reflecting those that
streak her face
But she mustn’t make
a sound.
It’s not her fault
Don’t say goodbye.
Fight back! Fight back!
The voices cry.
She wants to listen.
But she’d prefer not
die.
Fight back! Fight back!
The voices cry.
Destined to suffer on
She’s forced to face
the truth
Who can save her now?
An abandoned, wasted
youth.
Condemning her to
solitude
Imprisoned in her
home.
Dreaming to explore
the world
If only she could
roam.
It’s not her fault
Don’t say goodbye.
Fight back! Fight back!
The voices cry.
She wants to listen.
But she’d prefer not
die.
Fight back! Fight back!
The voices cry.
Acceptance is unknown
She cradles her baby
boy.
Holds him close to her
heart
Though her life’s
destroyed.
Softly kisses her
child
Pain envelops her now
She wants be their
savior
But she doesn’t know
how.
It’s not her fault
Don’t say goodbye.
Fight back! Fight back!
The voices cry.
She wants to listen.
But she’d prefer not
die.
Fight back! Fight back!
The voices cry.
Longing to escape
Expands into fury
What was her crime?
She never faced a
jury.
Fight back! Fight back!
The voices cry
If she fights to the
death
On who will her child
rely?
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