Passages – Wilson-Phillips
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This is a song that came from a poem I wrote around 10 years ago. My friend is a musician and singer/songwriter, and he wrote the tune to go with it.
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The poem was written for a friend of mine after a long conversation about his service in Vietnam and how it changed him.
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Indifferent, counting slain illusions
Remember when you played the game?
The years gaze back above the razor
Older, wiser, honor, blame.
Naked truths and fallen heroes
Conscious shift from then to now
Playing from the hand they dealt you
Mindful what your thoughts allow.
At times, the commonplace is foreign
And the foreign, commonplace
Faintly glint the knowing moments
Drawing dark across your face.
Early in the quiet mornings
Doubtful little whispers creep
Though daydreams promise simple pleasures,
Restless minds make fitful sleep.
Paid your dues and paid respect
Tipped your hat and moved along
Perspective changes everything —
Love and war and right and wrong.
Where pale and hollow words fall short,
One silent look the thought conveys
A small but tender reassurance
Affection, borne in little ways.
Fill the void with flights of fancy
Think a lot, but when you’re through
Keep in mind that what you’ve given
In the end, returns to you.
*Wrote this for a friend. It was subsequently made into a song by another friend, a musician, and published on one of his CDs.