I am a singer-songwriter, I wrote and performed it, and recorded it in my home studio. I'm glad you found some value in it, sorry to be so obtuse in posting it. Testing the waters, I guess.
The chorus came to me, as my songs always do, with the melody and most of the words complete (it's from POTS, obviously), then comes the craft part, filling in the verses, rhymes and song structure. Little bits of inspiration lead the way, followed by the perspiration of making it all work. When the first version was done I was shocked how deeply personal it was, not what I had in mind at all, and I put it aside.
In the end, I go with my heart, and this is what my heart wanted to say, so I put it out here with some trepidation. It may take a long time before I'm able to perform this in my shows. I have to get to the point where I don't start crying in the middle of it.
"Searching for the answer, The question’s never clear" comes from a recurring dream I've had over the years. In the dream, I'm very stressed trying to figure out a problem (I'm a programmer, so it's in the form of a programming logic issue). It's absolutely critical that this problem be solved, but the nature of the problem is always a mystery. I wake up in an agitated state, and then I'm very relieved that it's only a dream (or is it?).
"A knight in shining armor" is from a dream I had as kid that I've never forgotten, 50+ years later. The rest, I guess, is a musical therapy session, my inner self expressing what it's learned so far from EE, reading the big 5 and in this forum. TMI?
Chris
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Lately I’ve been learning
Learning how to breathe
Learning how to question
The things that I believe
Searching for the answer
The question’s never clear
Things don’t ever turn out
To be what they appear
Learning to breathe
Learning to cry
To open my ears
Open my eyes
Learning to breathe
Learning to pray
To open my heart
I’m learning every day
A knight in shining armor
In a young boys dream
Saves the damsel in distress
A hero for his queen
Now the boy is older
The armor’s lost its shine
Wrapped so tight around him now
Inside he’s still confined
Learning to breathe…
Little boy you’ve lost your way
In this world alone
Wandering from place to place
Weary to the bone
I wish that I could tell you
No need for armor now
If only I could reach out
And set you free somehow
Learning to breathe…