Pt. I – The Wear and the Tear

I was once innocent to the world and the hurt that it can bring to a poor child. Then things turned. Reality felt unreal as I lost, one by one, forever, those I care for. Stinging eyes, trembling hands, weakened knees, a lumpy throat – these are all things so familiar – and I feel so alone; desperate to see them again, though I know they’re gone forevermore.

Simple breaths, in and out, as I act passively throughout what seem to be endless days. I have lost the will to be the one who is left behind to wonder what we are left behind for. The pain, I can’t ignore, of knowing that, by the worst possible luck to have, we are all, in the end, subject to things such as sickness and injuries or, at least, an estimate of how long we’ve got ‘til we are Mortality’s whores.

I’ve seen some truths that this world has. I may be just a youth, but I’ve felt my share. I once had the strength to stand up tall, but now it starts to show – the wear and the tear.

…and what of those who are still here beside me? Is there even a point to having love for them? Trends would show that, at some point, they will not be, so then what is the point of having love for them?

Pt. II – The Things That Make Me Grieve

[Guitar solo written and performed by Reece Denton]
[Reprise of the “Good Morning Melody” sung by ‘The Sentimental Voices’]
[Guitar solo written and performed by David Eaton]

Pt. III – Sentimentalism

There are so many people that I had once called my friends. I really thought some were true, but time has disproven that, so why do I miss a past built on false pretenses? I suppose I am just a sentimentalist. I remember the nice words and friendly smiles. They turned out to be as shallow as the values that they hold dear, so it’s not much of a loss, but still I seem to miss them. I suppose I am just a sentimentalist.

The promise of forever did not hold up – empty words that deceived me. I’ve learned to know who my real friends are – a valued skill that’s set me free.

You were there, holding my hand, and, do not get me wrong, I am thankful – yes, I truly am – but you’ve since changed. You’re not the same, so now, without your help, I carry the name he gave me.

Pt. IV – The Wear and the Tear (Reprise)

I’ve seen some truths that this world has. I may be just a youth, but I’ve felt my share. I once had the strength to stand up tall, but now it starts to show – the wear and the tear.

Pt. V – Far Too Soon

What’s the point of loving when we know everyone dies in the end? It’s a sad day when we are left behind to wonder. What’s the point of it all when all the beautiful souls leave this ugly world? It’s a sad day when we ask ourselves this question.

[Guitar and voice soli written and performed by Reece Denton]

I’ve had the pleasure of knowing some of the most beautiful people to grace this earth, and they’ve had the greatest influence on the life that I’ve lived so far. I thought it hurt to let them go, but what hurts more is holding on. In childhood innocence, I could never fathom such a harsh reality. I’ve had the pleasure of knowing some of the most beautiful people to grace this earth, but, time and time again, I’ve had to say goodbye to them far too soon.

“Look all around you. See what I see. There are those who believe in you and what you want to be. Don’t succumb to the night; you’ll be fine without me. Let them all be your light and you’ll make it through…”