David Lingabee Songs & Songwriting

Song#: 7

Album
Name of Song: There’s simply too much violence

We loom above all life forms,
We bless all forms with life,
We cannot seem to forget our past
in times of endless strife.

Strife that triggers urges
we’ve deemed to be as self,
Forgotten who we really are
allows for something else.

That something else is senseless,
We’re a little of what’s left,
Upon a time who we once were,
We sadly lay bereft.

Chorus
There’s a story of our freedom,
The freedom we once were,
We lost our only hope to see
ourselves now just a blur.
You think we have evolved into
a higher form of life,
But changes that we call progress
were won by endless strife.
______

We loom above all life forms,
We bless all forms with life,
We cannot seem to forget our past
in times of endless strife.

Strife that triggers urges
we’ve deemed to be as self,
Forgotten who we really are
allows for something else.

That something else is senseless,
We’re a little of what’s left,
Upon a time who we once were,
We sadly lay bereft.

Chorus
There’s a story of our freedom,
The freedom we once were,
We lost our only hope to see
ourselves now just a blur.
You think we have evolved into
a higher form of life,
But changes that we call progress
were won by endless strife.
______

We loom above all life forms,
We bless all forms with life,
We cannot seem to forget our past
in times of endless strife.

Strife that triggers urges
we’ve deemed to be as self,
Forgotten who we really are
allows for something else.

That something else is senseless,
We’re a little of what’s left,
Upon a time who we once were,
We sadly lay bereft.

Chorus
There’s a story of our freedom,
The freedom we once were,
We lost our only hope to see
ourselves now just a blur.
You think we have evolved into
a higher form of life,
But changes that we call progress
were won by endless strife.
______

Bridge
We loom above all life forms,
We bless all forms with life,
We cannot but forget our past
in time of endless strife.
_____

We loom above all life forms,
We bless all forms with life,
We cannot seem to forget our past
in times of endless strife.

Strife that triggers urges
we’ve deemed to be as self,
Forgotten who we really are
allows for something else.

That something else is senseless,
We’re a little of what’s left,
Upon a time who we once were,
We sadly lay bereft.

Chorus
There’s a story of our freedom,
The freedom we once were,
We lost our only hope to see
ourselves now just a blur.
You think we have evolved into
a higher form of life,
But changes that we call progress
were won by endless strife.
______

We loom above all life forms,
We bless all forms with life,
We cannot seem to forget our past
in times of endless strife.

Strife that triggers urges
we’ve deemed to be as self,
Forgotten who we really are
allows for something else.

That something else is senseless,
We’re a little of what’s left,
Upon a time who we once were,
We sadly lay bereft.

Chorus
There’s a story of our freedom,
The freedom we once were,
We lost our only hope to see
ourselves now just a blur.
You think we have evolved into
a higher form of life,
But changes that we call progress
were won by endless strife.
______

We loom above all life forms,
We bless all forms with life,
We cannot seem to forget our past
in times of endless strife.

Strife that triggers urges
we’ve deemed to be as self,
Forgotten who we really are
allows for something else.

That something else is senseless,
We’re a little of what’s left,
Upon a time who we once were,
We sadly lay bereft.

Chorus
There’s a story of our freedom,
The freedom we once were,
We lost our only hope to see
ourselves now just a blur.
You think we have evolved into
a higher form of life,
But changes that we call progress
were won by endless strife.
______

We loom above all life forms,
We bless all forms with life,
We cannot seem to forget our past
in times of endless strife.

Strife that triggers urges
we’ve deemed to be as self,
Forgotten who we really are
allows for something else.

That something else is senseless,
We’re a little of what’s left,
Upon a time who we once were,
We sadly lay bereft.

Chorus
There’s a story of our freedom,
The freedom we once were,
We lost our only hope to see
ourselves now just a blur.
You think we have evolved into
a higher form of life,
But changes that we call progress
were won by endless strife.
______

Sometimes I scan my future
to see what lays ahead,
Our past becomes our present time
but careful where we tread.

Sometimes I scan my future
to see what lays ahead,
Our past becomes our present time
but careful where we tread.
________

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