Some would say there is no greater friendship than that of your best friend or your mother. But in this story the best friend is words on paper that evolve to lyrics in a song. As the storyteller says there is something very special and the strength that lives within music. In its origins it is taught that music is simply poetry that is then brought to life with sound, a beat or rhythm that brings it all together. We are taken through the journey of a teenage girl whose best friend is in the midst of a difficult time, a breakup. But for this particular young girl she knows that her form of therapy with her friend is that of music. So, they decide that rather than going to school they're going to go to the park and they're going to sit and listen to music and talk to each other or not. Figuring out what it is that your best friend needs in order to move forward is a challenge but sometimes with the assistance of music it makes things a little bit better, makes the heartbreak a little bit easier, and also allows them something that they have access to they could potentially make their day better. It's a quite simple concept that a lot of people have forgotten that one of the first forms of writing was poetry and we decided to evolve it into music but in its origins, it was words on paper. This is a story that focuses on not the importance of friendship but rather the importance of realizing that sometimes what we need is silence no speaking but rather to put a focus on the ability to make a connection through music to heal.
Lyrics for Friendship
Do you have a morning ritual, something you do every day, every morning without fail. One of those things where if you don't do it, you feel like you've cheated yourself out of something, you may not understand what that thing is but in the middle of the day you realize something is just off and it's because you didn't do that thing. My mom told me I was too young to have a morning ritual, she said that's something adults do after they've added things like anxiety, stress, kids, and worry to their lives. In the moment when my mom said that she laughed about it but secretly I wanted to tell her all of those things are in my mind, except the kids thing, but everything else- everyday, and sometimes I feel like they're living in my head every minute. I know that sounds like I'm in a really bad place but one of the joys of being in a bad place, at least in my life, is I still believe in hope. I still believe it's possible to hit a wall and still be able to patiently wait until the door appears that you can open.
