Jason Silver

Friday, June 18th, 2010

Wrote a New Song - James

I think this song will be called "James," after my great grandfather James Abrams. He died when my grandfather Abrams was 2 years old. Shortly thereafter my grandfather's mom died as well.

So consequently I don't know anything at all about these people-- at least, very little. When I stare at their photos, I can't help feeling an eerie connection; I have his eyes, he looks a bit like my cousin.

I love you great grandfather, whoever you were.

James

One hundred years ago, Living in poverty
Your face stares like I know secrets long forgotten

But I do not; Only photos remain
We forgot And there's none left to blame

Your sorrow frozen in time, Hardly history,
Yet your eyes seem to cry, "Don't you remember me?"

We cannot. Only photos remain
What a loss What misfortunate shame

Chorus:
I strain to hear your call on the wind.
To read your thoughts, to picture your life back then
You wear my face, do you dream my dreams
I stand in your place, I don't know what it means;
No one remembers.

All that you never see; Sightless eyes now
Staring empty at me, locked in a frame now.
If I asked for advice What would you tell me?
A couple words would suffice, what can you foresee?

We forgot and there's none left to blame
What a loss. What misfortunate shame!
It's all gone, only photos remain...

~Jason