Monday, June 26, 2017

The Lost Children

THE LOST CHILDREN - Written by Carroll Bryant 



Where are the children?
I can’t hear them laughing
I can’t see them playing
Where did they disappear?

Where are the children?
Are they somewhere crying?
Are they somewhere hiding?
Why are they not here?

I woke up out of a nightmare
The world had no more children
Nobody seemed to even care
They just went about their day

I went to search for them everywhere
Under every rock and stone
I looked here and I looked there
How could they just up and go away?

The future is at stake for you and me
Why can’t you believe?
The future is in their young hands
So hold them tight and teach them right
Let their spirits roam with their dreams

Where could they possibly be?

Where are the children?
I can’t hear them laughing
I can’t see them playing
Where did they disappear?

Where are the children?
Are they somewhere crying?
Are they somewhere hiding?
Why are they not here?

Love is the greatest gift that you can ever give a child
From the heart it can only live so temper it with care

The smile on their little faces will take you anywhere
Take you everywhere

I woke up out of a nightmare
The world had no more children
Nobody seemed to even care
They just went about their day

I went to search for them everywhere
Under every rock and stone
I looked here and I looked there
How could they just up and go away?

The future is at stake for you and me
Why can’t you believe?
The future is in their young hands
So hold them tight and teach them right
Let their spirits roam with their dreams

Where could they possibly be?

Where are the children?
I can’t hear them laughing
I can’t see them playing
Where did they disappear?

Where are the children?
Are they somewhere crying?
Are they somewhere hiding?
Why are they not here?

Where are the children?
I wanna hear them laughing
I wanna see them playing
Where did they disappear?

Where are the children?
I don’t want them crying
I don’t want them hiding
Why are they not here?

Please love the children
Because they’re just children
Tiny little children
Please, handle with care

Where are the children?



Sunday, June 25, 2017

Tea Leaves

TEA LEAVES - Written by Carroll Bryant


I'm building my inventions like a castle in the sand
Revealing not a secret to those who understand
And if the grass just isn't greener doesn't mean I can believe
And the visions that I've claimed I've seen
Doesn't mean they're what I need
And so the story goes
How much have you seen?
The road isn't paved in gold on the way to soul

You can't see the future
It lives in a void covered in darkness
And yet you see your dreams shine through
In the colors of a rainbow
Who's chasing who?

The gypsy spirit thinks it knows
What you want to know
But you don't know
Close your eyes and I know you will hear it
You have to trust in me
And trust in the power of the tea leaves

I'm hiding my intentions like the man I am
Retaining not a moment as I'm free to just expand
And if the sky just isn't bluer doesn't mean I can't achieve
And the wind that I've claimed to have seen
Doesn't mean to blow away my dreams
And so the story goes
What are you willing to see?
You'll never walk alone on the road to soul

You can't live for the future
It never arrives because the moment is always now
N'tho you keep on getting older as you go
Night and day will keep coming back around

The gypsy spirit thinks it's free
Like you think it's free
But are you really free?
Close your eyes and I know that you will feel it
You have to trust in me
And trust in the power of the tea leaves

Face to face with time
It will blow your mind
What is yours I will make mine
And you can't shake hands with this
What is yours I will take it away
With my mind

And when the light shines down and penetrates your brain
Just like me you will be living again
And when the time is right it will go away
Just like tomorrow
Just like yesterday
And when you clutch the truth it will escape
With the lies you thought you would never say
Or repeat
And when the light turns off it will illuminate the place
And just like a passionate kiss
It will remain for days

On the edge of no return
Is a heart that just won't learn
You will learn the hard way

The gypsy spirit thinks it knows
What you want to know
But you don't know
Close your eyes and I know you will hear it
You have to trust in me
And trust in the power of the tea leaves

Trust in the power of the tea leaves
Trust in the power of it all









Friday, June 23, 2017

The Sting

THE STING - Written by Carroll Bryant



It’s been exasperating
Relationships can take a lot out of you
It’s not that I’m complaining
Even though sometimes I think I do

It’s been exhilarating
Despite knowing that you’re facing the end
Sure enough you know it’s raining
But the sun will pop back out again

It always seems to start with promises in the dark
Amnesia ensues with the light of the day

Then it all comes crashing down
And you lay there on the ground
Trying to analyze every single thing
So then it all just falls apart
And you can feel it in your heart
Dealing with the pain and suffering

Then you feel the sting

It’s now excruciating
Memories can take time to fade
So far you feel like fainting
From losing everything you made

It’s now perpetuating
Emotions that don’t seem to heal
Your soul’s evacuating
Everything you used to feel

There always seems to be something that she can’t see
Euphoria arrives a day too late

Then it all comes crashing down
And you lay there on the ground
Trying to analyze every single thing
So then it all just falls apart
And you can feel it in your heart
Dealing with the pain and suffering

Then you feel the sting

It always seems to end as enemies and never friends
The result of never having anything more to say

Then it all comes crashing down
And you lay there on the ground
Trying to analyze every single thing
So then it all just falls apart
And you can feel it in your heart
Dealing with the pain and suffering

Then it all comes back to you
Always racing to find the proof
Pieces of the puzzle can’t fit or anything
So then it all just disappears
You can feel it in the air
Dealing with the art of beggaring

Then you feel the sting

You can feel the sting