Windchime from Despair? by Come Gather Round Us

I left all my records down south, and my warm clothes in a dusty box
My world's a blown-out, empty house
And it comes as a shock to know, that I'm the one who made it that way

Help me, help me, I've fallen
Can you hear me calling?
I'm like a windchime, singing for the sunshine
I want the world to know
I can do better, than this

Mother, you've a kind hand and a cold hand
We are split in two, I've the best and the worst parts of you
And judgment is a slippery sword, it's a treacherous weapon to use
We turn it on the ones we love and then cry for the blood that they lose

chorus

And it's easy to fail in the eyes of the empire
But there is a different story to tell

You must speak words of love to yourself
So you can speak words of love to everyone else
Give gifts of love to yourself
So you can give gifts of love to the ones you love

• Folk
• acoustic
• americana
• folk
• harmony
• protest folk
• Portland