Here are some lyrics I wrote that could be set to acoustic jazz guitar or kazoo and slide whistle (Spike Jones-style). I’m not sure yet.
In spite of all the times where I was led astray.
In spite of all the trials and tests that have led me here today.
In spite of how my heart was broke
In spite of all it meant,
I’m here for you.
Despite what’s to happen in the days of aft and what’s happened in days before.
In the days of bliss and merriment
In the days we couldn’t be more.
From when we let our hearts arrest like ice cold, drifting snow.
From where we laid our heads to rest to recover from the fall.
Where summer sweeps in a newborn dream and springs it forward in passionate themes,
I’m here for you.
Prompt-a-muse 