Buried Gold from Simply Enough by Stephanie Douglass

I’ve had so many songs in me all day and all my life
And they call to me in all my dreams. Do I ever listen?
They’re frivolous and deep and sing to me when I’m asleep,
But like my dreams, they disappear as soon as I try to remember.

It seems as if there’s buried gold
Embedded deep within my soul
If I dug just deep enough,
Those songs might disappear into

The air, into the air
Into the sky, but then I might cry,

Because what if the world could hear it all, before I was ready for the world to hear it all?

And what if I trapped a song or two in a mason jar
And kept it for awhile on a shelf next to my window?
What if I opened it to find it strange and different?
Could I still be big enough to claim it was my own creation?

Perhaps my so-called buried gold
Should stay within my so-called soul
Or I could embrace the change
Then I’d have some more to sing

For you, I’d sing for you
I’d sing for me, well, mostly me

Because what if I couldn’t sing at all? Who cares if the world isn’t ready for me to sing it all?

• Acoustic
• folk
• indie folk
• quirky
• ukulele
• winds
• Santa Maria