In a Forest Old Where the Silence Grows
In a forest old, where the silence grows,
And the wind walks soft where no one goes,
There lives a man with silver eyes,
Who sees the truth, not just the skies.
In a forest old, where the silence grows,
And the wind walks soft where no one goes,
There lives a man with silver eyes,
Who sees the truth, not just the skies.
🎵 When the Rain Comes
(Verse 1)
When the rain comes, falls long and hard
I watch it gather in the yard
Title – I Don't Burn They say hell hath no fury, and maybe they’re right, But I don’t burn for him — I burn for the light. The one he tried to dim with every…
🎵 Woman Scorned
(Verse 1)
They say hell hath no fury, and maybe they’re right
But I don’t burn for him — I burn for the light
🎵 The Beautiful Pebble
(Verse 1)
She walks along the shoreline, eyes cast low
Where the quiet hearts and lost things go
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
Verse 1
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."
Verse 1
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
Verse 1
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
Verse 1
Patience is hard in a world that runs fast
Drive-thru days and the moments don’t last
One click away, everything now
Verse 1
“Every good gift is from above,
Given with mercy, given with love.
A child is born, the Lord makes new,
O Land of Hope – Song Description "From sea to shining sea, Your hand has guided me." This one sits slightly apart from the rest of the collection, and I've left it there deliberately rather…
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,
The Drifter – Song Description "And someday they would know him as a man called Bob Dylan." The joke sitting inside this title is doing real, substantial work, not just providing a punchline. It says,…
[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.