2023 Songwriter Challenge - Week 9 | Sarah Morris (& Friends) | ‘Translation’ (Photo Prompt)

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The Songwriter Challenge!

In the winter we get 10 prompts in 20 weeks! We write songs quick, share them with the internet, and then move on! A done song is better than a perfect song - yes yes yes!

We JUST got our NINTH prompt - so if you’re in anyway interested in joining…there is still time!!!!! You can check out the other writers (or BECOME ONE OF THE OTHER WRITERS!!) at…
  / singersongwritersongwritingchallenge  

The prompt (through 4/23) is:
Photo Prompt #2

My friends and I had 3 hours in a car together on a Prompt Sunday and so challenged ourselves to finish writing this tune before we landed back at my house - YESSSSS. This was fun. And good for the soul.
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Translation
Written by Doyle Turner, Ted Hajnasiewicz, Matthew French, and Sarah Morris (all rights reserved)


I cannot tell what’s even happening here
The image obscured
your words unclear
What was it that you were trying to say
The message getting lost on the way
in translation

I search your face for meaning
trying to decode
Is that furrow in your brow
From a story you’ve been sold
The lines around your mouth look firmly set
Is that a secret you carry or a weight you’ve kept
In translation
In translation

speak your thoughts into my ear
I’ll lean close, hoping I can hear
the wind that blows through your soul
freezing everything you know
to the ground
Don’t worry, I will stick around

With language I’ve yet to learn
If I may be so bold
Let’s forget our definitions
Old assumptions that we hold
As truth when truth is nothing more than shifting sand
The grounds unsteady here, would you take me hand
And be patient
Be patient

speak your thoughts into my ear
I’ll lean close, hoping I can hear
the wind that blows through your soul
freezing everything you know
to the ground
Don’t worry, I will stick around

I cannot tell what’s even happening here
But I’ll do my best to listen
Past the anger through the fear
Where there’s a longing to be known, to be seen
What if its easier than we believed
I believe
in translation