From the recording Empty Towers
Parenting is hard. Being a kid these days is even harder. Empty Towers is an honest reflection on forging an inevitable new normal as kids discover themselves and parents hang on for dear life. Equal parts chill, energetic, and reflective, this new track by Independent Artist, Busking Around is sure to hit home.
Lyrics
A little boy looks out
The window in his heart
To see a world hell bent
On casting
His part
In this
Magical place
Within him lies a singular grace
That nothing his stars can erase
Like a bird in a mine
He's biding his time
Lost by design
He'll be just fine
Resolute and strong to his bones
Walks the line but throws no stones
Like a bird in a mine
He's biding his time
Until he is seen
Until he's heard
What are we doing this for?
This endless, battle-less war?
Advance, retreat
While he creeps to the door
Our bleeding hearts
Have lost their power
Falling apart
In our empty towers
A little girl looks down
At shoes upon her feet
Revolts at what she sees
This dress
This hair
She did not choose
The pink in there
Within her lies a beautiful rage
She will not be cast on our stage
Like a bird in a mine
She's run out of time
She was not seen
She was not heard
Resolute and strong to her bones
Skips the line and picks up a stone
This bird in the mine
Has choked on the grind
She will be seen
She will be heard
What are we doing this for?
This endless, battle-less war?
Her bags are packed
She's crashed her way out the door
Our bleeding hearts
Have lost their power
Alone again
In our empty towers
Our bleeding hearts
Abused their power
Alone again
In our empty towers