Weightless
🎵 “Weightless”
(Verse 1)
I thought we’d land
With time to spare
Good Friday marks the day
Jesus Christ was crucified.
According to the Gospels:
After the Last Supper
🎵 Verse 1
He wasn’t known for preaching
He never spoke too loud
But every night, he lit a flame
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I held a hope so small, I could barely see
Like a whisper in the wind, like a dream in me
But You said it only takes a seed that’s small
🎙️ "The Sower" — A Monologue
(spoken with calm reverence and growing urgency)
You ever wonder… why truth doesn’t always stick?
Why some hear it, and it changes their life —
Did we lose our way.
You were meant to stay.
You left, didn’t say goodbye,
left me, with tears in my eye.
🎬 YouTube Script: “Let Me Tell You a Story”
Theme: The Parable of the Sower — Rhyming Monologue
Tone: Reflective, serious, hopeful
Length: ~Max 3.75
🎵 The Billion Dollar Train
[Intro – spoken or whispered]
If you’ve dreamed of helping one…
The train is at the station.
[Verse 1]
You step inside where the neon hums,
Rain on your coat and the cold still stuns,
But the beat inside is warm and wild—
(Verse 1)
I used to wonder how they did it,
Ten thousand every month, no gimmick.
Was it luck? Was it fate?
Imagine a beautiful day.
The sky is stitched in soft blue and quiet light.
A motorcyclist leans into the wind, tires kissing the earth like an old friend.
No destination. Just motion.
The new day comes quietly,
with a golden breath of sun
brushing the edge of early spring.
The frost forgets its hold.
O Lord, my Rock…
I cry out to You because I have nowhere else to turn.
Don’t be silent. Don’t shut me out.
If You stop speaking, if You turn away—
[Verse 1]
When you’re up, they come around,
Smiles and love, all over town.
But lose it all, fall to the floor —
[Verse 1]
Let go of hands that never reach
Of hearts that hide just out of reach
Let go of love that makes you small
"I don’t care for the crowds.
I don’t need the applause.
What matters is truth —
and the people who stay when no one’s watching."
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Don’t call it love, unless it’s an earthquake
You have my heart, don’t you start pulling me apart
A shallow mind, you’re so unkind
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I feel the weight of heavy eyes,
Darkened down by heavy skies.
I’ve been walking, I’ve been torn,
Song: “Watchfield Girl”
Verse 1
She was born in Watchfield, fifty-nine
Small Wiltshire village, just ahead of time
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Patience is hard in a world that runs fast
Drive-thru days and the moments don’t last
One click away, everything now
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“Every good gift is from above,
Given with mercy, given with love.
A child is born, the Lord makes new,
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America, so strong and bold,
A precious gift, more than gold.
Freedom and faith, our guiding sign,
We do not take you for granted.
Nor do we take this life for granted.
It is short, it is fragile,
and it is far too precious to waste.
Natalie’s Song — Suno Version (V1)
Style suggestion: Emotional folk-pop / light acoustic / female vocal
[Intro – optional spoken or soft sung]
Every voice matters… even the quiet ones.
Again watching Angie – digging allotment
The harvest is over
The spade digs deep
Into gods earth
(Verse 1)
Before time knows it’s moving,
Before a heartbeat learns to drum,
Before the breath of heaven whispers,
[Verse 1]
He wandered down the highways
With a guitar on his back
Dusty boots and midnight eyes
[NARRATION – soft, spoken, warm tone]
Tonight we honour a legacy that has shaped a choir,
a community,
and generations of lives.
Verse 1
When we treasure the world we have,
Change feels hard, impossible.
But the journey calls us forward,
Smoke coils high where whispers die,
the wind a ghost in a hollow sky.
Ruins lean where homes once stood,
their bones of stone, their veins of wood.
*(Verse 1)*
Blades ignite in crimson light,
shadows dance in war’s cruel night.
Thunder rolls through iron cries,
I watched my wife Angela tending her flowers – like they were human – funny really…I wrote this in about 2 minutes…
Sun kissed and loved
Those tender stems
Dance and move
I sat next to my mother’s grave early one morning – wrote this song…all the tombstones leant over – except my mother’s – hers was brand new. Gaze upon those tilted stones Where lives are…
Flames inspire thought…
[Opening Verse] (Soft, tender)
Oh, love, thy name is heaven’s call,
A whisper, a dream that embraces all.
(Verse 1)
Hey there, girl on the train,
What’s your trouble, what’s your pain?
You sit there glum, that’s no fun,
This song was created after watching a modern day cowboy film – an Indians arrow went into a young woman – the arrow had a poisoned tip – a slow death came – she explained…
I walk… but it feels like the floor forgets me.
Like every step I take disappears before it lands.
I'm here—but not really here.
A shadow wearing skin,