I have not attempted to write a song in decades, and I didn’t intend to write this one, though I was challenged to do so.  The melody and lyrics streamed through the open door I provided and I share them with you here.  I believe that I have unintentionally created a theme song for Solace Born of Winter as well.  Please share you thoughts.

Humpback Whale amongst dwindling glaciers.

Unentitled Roar

While the icecaps slowly swelter in a grand primordial weep
Still we trough for deeper treasures ever blind to what we reap
And our children gather nightmares at the edges of their sleep
As they bear the mournful keening of the creatures of the deep

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Yet we seek the mighty powers in their steel and glass retreat
We sanctify them holier than Gods or life or seed
We grapple one another, rising ever in our greed
While the triumphs of creation in the darkness slowly bleed

Shackled by our precedents we’re gripped within the maw
Of the tithing to the devil written in the law
Will the violent throes of sorrow breach the bonds that seal our roar
Shred the patronizing solace which is rotten in its core

Mourning angels hear our plea
Solace yearning hearts be freed
Mourning angels hear our plea
Solace yearning hearts be freed

We are suckled on profanities and set off to a war
With our mothers, fathers, daughters and our sons forever more
We have crucified our planet in the arrogance of youth
And the echoes of our saviors we defile with platitudes

Tis the winter of our morrow, tis the final warning call
And we squander our intentions, fiercely struggling for a fall
We are mothers, we are fathers, we are born as infants all
We are workers, we are lovers, we are huge and we are small

Mourning angels hear our plea
Solace yearning hearts be freed
Mourning angels hear our plea
Solace yearning hearts be freed

AyaAyaAyaAyaAyaAya Ay-AyaAyaAyaAyaAya YayYay
AyaAyaAyaAyaAyaAya Ay-AyaAyaAyaAyaAya YayYay

Mourning angels hear our plea

Ilona Rapp, March 2015