Willow from Chris Calabria by Chris Calabria

It's a working day in Concord.
She's analyzing the before.
She seeks haven in the willow,
after unrest by the shore.

She was primed, for revelation.
Prophets worshipped, her marigold designs.
But Goliath, as ever,
a tactician of soul and mind, claimed her shine.

Are you there, Willow?
Can you comfort her?
Are your branches strong enough,
to hold all the hurt?
Do you have the fortitude required,
to be gentle and kind, to save her shine?

It's silent on the hilltop
but for her shipwreck-howlin' thoughts.
She tried so hard to be an angel.
It was peacefulness she sought.

Are you there, Willow?
Will you listen to her?
Are your branches strong enough,
to hold all the hurt?
Do you have the fortitude required,
to be gentle and kind, to save her shine?

She doesn't need you. She'll survive.
But isn't there so much more to being alive?

Are you there, Willow?
Will you be there for her?
Are your branches strong enough, to hold all the hurt?
Do you have the fortitude required,
to be gentle and kind, to save her shine?

• Acoustic
• indie
• piano
• piano and voice
• singer-songwriter
• Seattle