Two roads one wood, and there I stood
on the frozen ground
The dead arise, I hear the sound
And they’re calling for my name.
(Throw in some oos)
Beckon me back from the gallows
Hallowed ground where the dirt’s still shallow.
I don’t wanna rage war, with the dead no more.
So beckon me, Beckon me
Back from the gallows.
This alabaster skin contains these secrets and my bones,
So let the ground quake so my soul awakes.
And bring me back to life,
Bring restoration to all this damnation.
All these restless renegades, all sound the same
With their hearts so bruised and battered,
They all just want to matter.
Gallows is one of the very few songs I’ve written that I’ve actually ever put to music and didn’t just destroy. I wrote the original song in five minutes, it just seemed to pour out of me. I hope that one day the book I finally write will be the same. Because, let me tell you… writing a book is damn hard. You gotta chip away at some layers to tell the truth, regardless of the story being told. So… even though I wrote this song almost two years ago, it’s still something I’m proud of. I think it’s relatable and honest.
Surface level I can be super bubbly, happy, witty and full of confidence. But… I can also be very introspective and dark and twisty. I also always expect people to disappoint me and leave me. Someone who thinks too much and feels too much all the *cuss* time. Sometimes it’s all too much. But I wouldn’t give that up most of the time… it’s how I’ve learned to be brave, depend on myself and demand my own happiness apart from anyone else. It’s how I’ve learned to see through people, how they think and how they feel. That helps me serve those who are worth it and cut out the people who are not. Life is about being brave, loving fully and courageously bringing ourselves back from our own theoretical gallows. Whatever that is. Whatever that looks like. Find your brave.