October: I Can Fly On the Wings of a Song

Well, once again, down to the wire. I won't get this one finished tonight, but at least the idea is there, and some of the melody is there. I was watching a YouTube video yesterday featuring Rachel Wooding singing "You Took My Days With You" and I was inspired by the beauty of the song, and the emotions that it brought up. How can a beautiful song do that? Reveal such powerful emotions, and bring them up from somewhere so deep inside?

So, I started writing down some lyrics, in wonder at how a song can take you away from reality and transport you to such an altered state of mind. Everyday cares are gone, and it's just a feeling of beauty and absorption into that timeless beauty. Really, there are no words to describe what a song can do. It's the magical and transformative power of music.

So technically, I'm cheating a bit, cause really the song is only about 50% done right now. But I know that I never give up on a song, and that I'll finish it over the next few days. Really, this song is a tribute to all the beautiful songs out there.

November 11 - the song is finally finished. It took a long time to finish the last little bit, the tag at the end, which kind of sums up the song. This little section had to signal the end of the song harmonically, as neither the chorus nor the verse ended in a harmonically satisfying way. So, it's done.

I Can Fly On the Wings of a Song

I can fly, I can fly, on the wings of a song
Take me far from everyday life, and my reality.
I am free, I am free, soaring high on a melody
Finding the way, so deep inside of me.

On the wings of a song, I am lost in another world.
On the wings of a song, my deepest emotions unfurled.

I can fly, I can fly, on the wings of a song
Take me far from everyday life, and my reality.
I am free, I am free, soaring high on a melody
Finding the way, so deep inside of me.

On the wings of a song, I am calm and everything's clear
On the wings of a song, my worries and cares disappear.

I can fly, I can fly, on the wings of a song
Take me far from everyday life, and my reality.
I am free, I am free, soaring high on a melody
Finding the way, so deep inside of me.

I can fly, I am free, I can fly, on the wings of a song.
I can fly, I am free, I can fly, 
I am free, I can fly, I am free.




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