Held Myself And Cried is the fourth #collaboration of Shane Beck (The Last American Poet) and Alan Frijns (Roan Portman). Feel and experience this #emotional #poetic and #musical #trip into your inner self. This one is a bit more bombastic, but it keeps the melody and emotional atmosphere strong. I made the #video with #unrealengine 5.1.
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Poem / Lyrics © Shane Beck:
Lost my way when the soul began to stray on a path leading to nowhere
I gave up on watching time, no one here to talk to or even to share
A heart left behind on the pathway to the enlightened word
No one but me could hear the whispers of the ghost bird
And no one could caress my darkness even if they tried
Behind closed doors and alone, Held Myself & Cried
The pages described the man who was more pure than few could ever know
Separation of the poets heart from the dying love I never wanted to go
Place your hands upon my heaving chest and hear the echo of my scream
I conversed with the darkness as it kissed me goodnight, but it was all a dream
In the distance you heard the weeping sounds of a fool who tried...
Eternally wounded from a dying dream lost, Held Myself And Cried
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#newrelease #officialvideo #spokenwordpoetry #spokenword #music #feelthemusic
Poem / Lyrics © Shane Beck:
Lost my way when the soul began to stray on a path leading to nowhere
I gave up on watching time, no one here to talk to or even to share
A heart left behind on the pathway to the enlightened word
No one but me could hear the whispers of the ghost bird
And no one could caress my darkness even if they tried
Behind closed doors and alone, Held Myself & Cried
The pages described the man who was more pure than few could ever know
Separation of the poets heart from the dying love I never wanted to go
Place your hands upon my heaving chest and hear the echo of my scream
I conversed with the darkness as it kissed me goodnight, but it was all a dream
In the distance you heard the weeping sounds of a fool who tried...
Eternally wounded from a dying dream lost, Held Myself And Cried
- Category
- Music Spoken Word Music Category S
- Tags
- emotional, spoken word, poet
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