Lewisham Music

Songwriting Collective

Our close friend Alice Hale used The World From My Window as a theme to inspire a group of 11 -13 year olds to write song lyrics for Lewisham Music Songwriting Collective.

The results are beautiful. Check them out below:

 

Chorus

Outside my window
I think it’s gonna rain
But I can see the sun
And feel the warmth run through my veins

Bridge

It takes all the sorrow away
I don’t want no sadness today

Verse 1

Trees in the wind
Cars on empty streets
Trains passing by
People we can’t meet

Verse 2

Wind in the trees
Carpets of leaves
The Birds and the bees
Hair swaying in the breeze

Verse 3

Stars in the sky
Shining so bright 
If you look up high
The sun has said goodnight

Chorus

Outside my window
I think it’s gonna rain
But I can see the sun
And feel the warmth run through my veins

Bridge

It takes all the sorrow away
I don’t want no sadness today

I’m not sad today!

 

GROUP 1

Outside there is a willow tree
As tall as the eye can see
Scaffolding around
Covering up the bird sounds
I can see a lampost
There are cats by the window
Daffodils in bloom
All seen from my room

 

GROUP 2

Empty streets,
People we can’t meet
Trains passing by
Staring at the sky
I want to travel to France
Be with my friends and dance
Walk through the gardens,
See the flowers
I want to see summer
Instead of April showers

 

GROUP 3

This generation is caught up in a fantasy,
Caught up in a social facade

 

Shania, aged 11, also wrote two poems that felt particularly poignant:

 

Train your mind and what you focussing.
The media’s the biggest drug and everyone’s taking it.
There’s no reality on TV.
The facts don’t match your CV.
There’s hidden truths believe me.
This generation’s got caught up in a fantasy caught up in a social facade of who you gotta be.
And who you really wanna be but only you can set that free.
And mediate a social need.
Looking in the mirror mad at yourself.
Your using bad health to glamourise fake wealth.
You losing mad sleep cosmetics that you don’t need.
You want clout from people that you can’t see.
People that you can’t see battling their own needs.
Their own realities running wild in insanity.

 

People are dying in the cold all alone no sleeping bags. No addresses no phones. Just a couple of pennies and a bed of stones. People pass on by but they don’t bat an eye. Saying they don’t have a spare to give that’s a blatant lie. Imagine if we tried. Not saying feed the nation but have a conversation, allow all the hesitation. No need to contemplate it if you have a pound you’re not gonna use today. No need to screw a homeless person when he comes awake. We’re falling deeper than deep and getting weaker than weak. But who cares? Who’s looking out for their welfare? But who cares? It certainly isn’t these billionaires. Who cares? Who decided that the system was fair? Was it Boris? Was it Theresa May? Who’s gonna make the call and put it for a better day? Imagine if it was you. Tell me about what you do? Do you think you could cope? And keep your morale up and not lose hope? And now your friends don’t pick up your calls. And you feel them building up walls. Even they know you’re sleeping on the floor. They feel they’ve done enough and can’t help you no more. But if they see you on the streets they act surprised. Can barely look into your eyes because it is so stigmatised. Didn’t realise you had it this bad, that you went out his side. Ah yah then the pressure kicks in and you start livin in sin that’s how the cycle begin.

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