​I created another song. This one is about my father.... ....and finding my voice...

The Mirror and the Noise
​[Style: Alternative Rock/Folk, steady building rhythm, heavy cello, powerful and clear female vocals]
​[Intro]
[A low, rhythmic pulse. The sound of a heavy door opening.]
​[Verse 1]
I learned to read the shadows on the wall
Before I even learned to stand up tall
I watched the storm clouds gather in your eyes
The shaking hands you hid behind the lies
You felt so small, you had to make me less
To find some comfort in your own distress.
​[Chorus]
[Drums kick in, steady and grounding]
That wasn't my thunder, it was just your fear
A hollow sound that I was forced to hear
You shouted at the child to hide the man
Who couldn't face the life that he began
I am the mirror you couldn't bear to see
But your insecurity doesn't belong to me.
​[Verse 2]
The weight you dropped, the anger you let fly
Were just the things you couldn't justify
You used your voice like a heavy stone
Because you’re terrified to stand alone
But I’ve grown up, and I can see the play
I’m putting all your heavy stones away.
​[Bridge]
[Music swells, becoming defiant and bright]
You tried to drown my music with your noise
To treat my spirit like one of your toys
But I’m not small, and I am not afraid
To break the silence that your shouting made.
​[Guitar Solo - Strong, melodic, and soaring]
​[Chorus]
That wasn't my thunder, it was just your fear
A hollow sound that I was forced to hear
You shouted at the child to hide the man
Who couldn't face the life that he began
I am the mirror you couldn't bear to see
But your insecurity doesn't belong to me.
​[Outro]
[Vocals are solo, strong and resonant]
The shouting ends here.
My voice is mine now.
I am safe.
I am free.
[End]