Harvest from Skeletons by Hans Roofthooft

It’s never a promise, not naturally strong
It happens without guarantee
Without care or attention it might end up wrong
And not what you thought it would be
And I know that I sat on that fence too long
As I watched the world slowly drift by
And I will only speak for myself, alone
This harvest has shown me the long road that could lead me home

Winds came from nowhere, wherever they blew
The seeds that I threw were half dead
I waited and watched but of course nothing grew
Well, not enough to keep us all fed
And I know my intensions were good
But the soil always seemed a bit dry
I can only speak for myself, alone
This harvest has shown me the long road that could lead me home

Come what may
I’ll accept or at least I do promise I’ll try
I know now that I am not lost, I’m still on my way

New dawn breaking
Done with the pages I’ve turned
Faithfully planting, to carefully reap
Lessons that I’ve humbly learned
Now I look back on all that has been
Not without a glimpse of regret
There’s more to look forward to as I’m not alone
That harvest has shown me that nothing comes easy
But most of all I found a way that could lead me home

• Acoustic
• acoustic folk rock
• folk rock
• punk rock
• singer-songwriter
• Ranst