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I've generally refrained from writing political material in recent times. I worry that if I start down that road, it'll be all I write about, seeing as there's no shortage of crisis, warfare, and scandals everywhere you look. That said, once in a while I find that when I pick up my guitar, the only thing my fingers want to do is play foreboding melodies that bring the dark thoughts in my mind to life in song form. 

Try as I might to fight this urge, I find myself giving in on occasion. The most recent of these came a few weeks ago, when, overwhelmed with images of bloodied streets, starving children and casualties of war in the Middle East on the news, I found myself imagining the experiences of people in those war-torn lands, and writing about them. The result was a song inspired by the uncertain times and fraught geopolitical landscape we live in. I've played this song live a few times now and the reception has been solid so it's one I intend to keep around. It might even make it onto a record someday, but until then, I give you, No One Knows.

 

1

There’s a boy, in bed at night

One question on his mind

Will he live to see the sunrise

Piercing through the blinds


No one knows 
No one knows 

2

There’s a girl, she waits by the sea

Her bare feet, caked in sand

Will she find a home, and be free

In a faraway land


No one knows 
No one knows 

And I find

From place to place 

Time and chance 

Govern these lands


Nothing’s a given

Everything’s driven

By forces out of our hands


3

There’s a place, the soil red with blood

Bodies line the streets

Mothers’ tears, they flow like floods 

Crying out for peace 


No one knows 
No one knows 

There’s a man, in bed tonight

One question on his mind

 

P.S.: My debut non-fiction book, Art Is The Way, and my middle-grade novella, A Hollade Christmas, are out everywhere now. You can get them in all good bookstores and from all major online vendors.

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