Have You Ever Wanted a Home by the Sea?

Hi, me again. I've got another song for you and I just want to know what you think. It's called...

"Where I Call Home".

(Verse 1)
I was born in a little place most people have forgotten
It’s a great little town on the West Coast of Scotland
My friends I, we play by the River Clyde
I have tons of best friends and I love them all
Too many to mention in this little song
They are always there when I laugh and when I cry

(Chorus)
And now I have an even bigger dream
I wanna be heard and I wanna be seen
I wanna make a difference to this world
But no matter what you say ‘bout this town by the sea
It’s close to my heart and precious to me
Coz it will always be the place that I call home

(Verse 2)
And every night when I dream of future travels
I remember my home the thought unravels
Coz there is nowhere I would rather be
Than here living my dreams as a child
I really don’t wanna grow up for a while
Because my life is carefree and entertaining

(Chorus)
And now I have an even bigger dream
I wanna be heard and I wanna be seen
I wanna make a difference to this world
But no matter what you say ‘bout this town by the sea
It’s close to my heart and precious to me
Coz it will always be the place that I call home

(Verse 3)
Dreams are the moulds that shape your life
They make you wanna never stop trying
And I believe in reaching for the stars
Coz when you do your best to achieve
What you always wanted it’ll help you to believe
That when you try the stars aren’t that far

(Chorus)
And now I have an even bigger dream
I wanna be heard and I wanna be seen
I wanna make a difference to this world
But no matter what you say ‘bout this town by the sea
It’s close to my heart and precious to me
Coz it will always be the place that I call home

(Verse 4)
No matter where I go in this big wide world
I’ll remember where I lived as a tiny little girl
And I will hope to return one day soon
And I pray that my dreams will never fade
And you’ll all remember the difference I made
And trust me, there will be a difference

(Chorus)
Coz now I have an ever bigger dream
I wanna be heard and I wanna be seen
I wanna make a difference to this world
But no matter what you say ‘bout this town by the sea
It’s close to my heart and precious to me

(Outro)
Coz it will always be
It will always, always, always be
It will always be
The place that I call home
No, I didn't mean to do that. To me, it doesn't really sound like a break in the rhyming. I think that's because of my accent. :)

When he started thinking of all he now had to loose, his happy life with Grace, and their perfect future they had planned out together, he decided he would not let this get in the way of their love. They had promised they would be together into eternity no matter what and this must be that What!
In that instant he realised what it was he must do. His only option was to cut off his own foot. He had to work quickly as the waters were rising and he didnt have much time left if he was to make it. So he ripped off his belt to tie it tightly just above where he would have to cut to try to limit the blood loss. The only thing within his reach that had a chance of doing the job was a pocketknife Grace had given hime just before he left. "Keep it with you for safety, so i can know you will be ready for whatever you have to face" she had told him as she pressed it into his hand and kissed him goodbye. Thankfully he always did keep it with him. So he pulled out the pocket knife and started hacking. It was much tougher than he could have ever imagined and the pain frequently made him loose conciousness during the process but his falling under the water would bring him round and he'd carry on. With the thought of Grace firmly fixed in his mind he eventualy got free of his trapped foot and managed to bind his new stump in his shirt in an attempt to ease the bleeding.
He gradualy managed to make his way out of the boat into the raging, stormy sea and collapsed on a large piece of wood which helped support him in swimming back and make the bouts of unconciousness slightly less dangerous. After several hours battling with the tempestuous waters he made it ashore and despite being half drowned he instantly started dragging himself the two miles home by the shortcut across the meadows. He crawled along leaving a line of blood behind him. He crawled all through the afternoon and then all through the night. Dragging himself along the wet muddy ground when he was concious, gathering strength when he was unconcious and throwing up inbetween.
Eventaly in the late morning he caught sight of their cottage. Grace saw him from the window and instantly sprinted to his side. As soon as she reached him she realized the situation and collapsed to the floor beside him. They embraced and then had so much to say as she set about tending to his wound. She told him of the baby after only a few minutes to take his mind off the missing foot, which he was as delighted about as it is possible to be when you are so very nearly dead. But despite having made it so far and wanting nothing more than to live the life that he had just infront of him, Within only ten minutes of reaching Grace he died in her arms.
Grace was hit by his death with such force that she instantly had a miscarrge.
She spent every penny of her savings she had on a large burial monument and had carved in to it-
"Here we shall lie into eternity"
After the funeral she collapsed on the monument and never...

I remembered her clinging on to me like she was afraid of something. I should of helped her. Why didn't I care? I wanted her to leave me alone forever. She did. Forever and ever.
Rest in peace little Lola.
Watch over us.
Keep us happy.
A loving member of the Freestone family
I wanted to join her. I did. My names Indigo. This is the story of how I died. In 59 seconds.

“Something is coming. Something is going to hurt the water.” I locked my hands round her arms gripping her fiercely.
“Shut up Lola! There's nothing that could hurt water! Water is water shut up about it okay?! I'm going to find mum, stay here okay?” She didn't nod, she didn't shake her head, she just stood there watching the water.
I steadily came back. No mum. No Lola. Her dungarees on the floor with her ruby tights and her shoes scattered around.
I saw the splash.
I knew what this meant.
My shoes were off and I went for a sharp dive taking my last gulp of air. There was just a turquoise blur I swam wherever I could swim to. Checking the sand to make sure she wasn't there, hidden. She was. I reached out to haul her in, her hair camouflaged in the velvet sand. Her eyes were closed, like she was sleeping. But she'd wake up, she would.
My throat was burning and my heart was pounding hard against Lola's tummy. I needed help.
Suddenly, a sphere of moonlight dug into the sand. Going on forever.
My hair was blackening my sight. A glint of purple every time I tried to push it away. Swimming as fast as I could to the deep hole.
There we were, dropping down into some place unknown. I wanted to go back home.
I was surprised we weren't dead yet. I could just about see a glow in the distance.
That's when I collapsed dropping Lola. My lungs were so tight I had to let go. Crystal bubbles disappearing slowly.
I was let down by myself.
Then one vast bubble hovered over in the sea, flicking through the pictures of my grave and Indigo flowers tied up in blue.
“You've got 59 seconds, save the ocean Indigo.” It was a soft whisper into my ear, a queen flew elegantly away.
I felt my lungs loosening. Lola wasn't so lucky though. She still lay there.
“I wish I believed Lola and we would dive in together with proper diving suites. We'd find what was wrong with the sea and help however we could. Lola would be the best sister and the best person ever, me and her, no one else.” I thought staring at Lola.
It didn't work I felt even weaker and bruises were all over me. I smiled at Lola hugging her, laughing.
I knew the ocean was safe.
My wish had come true.
We would stay alone forever, no one else.



My daughter is 11 years old and...

Howdy people, this is one of my poems for my portfolio (BA Hons English Student).

A Friends Departure/A Touching Departure

Not even a letter in the post
you left without a trace
moving at your own pace
entering a whole new space

I heard you moved for good
leaving everyone else behind
when we were all so kind
you had already made up your mind

You’re leaving gold for silver
parting with your birth land
letting go of your friends hand
you’d be happier with sea and sand

Now all we do is reminisce
whether you’ll ever come back
by abandoning your new sack
and rescuing your old track

It's basically about a good friend leaving. I want to change the third and fourth stanza a little but can't get my head around it, so if anyone can help it would be appreciated.

By the way 'sack' is a term for 'home'.

For anyone who hasn't come across my other stories, I'm writing these to be inserted into the main body of a novel I'm writing. They're supposed to be fairy-tales written by the main characters father and will relate in some way to what's happening in the main story. This one is based on the "Loathly Lady" stories found in Medieval Lit (anyone who has read the Wife of Bath might recognise this). Any opinions, especially on the beginning as I'm not 100% confident about it.

A long time ago, when England was a divided land made up of many small kingdoms, the ruler of one kingdom had two sons. His land was small and could only be ruled by one son. So he gave the kingdom to his eldest and sent the younger son, Ranulf, out to find his own fortune. Before the boy left, his mother gave him the choice between a fine horse, with her blessing, or a purse filled with gold, with her curse. Ranulf chose the horse and her blessing. The Queen smiled. She also gave him a small silver fish, which she fastened onto a fine silver chain. For she was a pagan princess from the lands far to the west, and her people worshipped the sea. She told him, “At your greatest need, throw the fish into the sea, and help will come to you”. The boy hung the fish around his neck, under his clothes. And, in time, he quite forgot it.
Ranulf rode away from home. He travelled north for many days and nights, happy to be loose in the world, but finding no adventure or fortune. One night, he camped under a tree by the side of the road, head resting on the pommel of his saddle. His horse, grazing nearby, lifted its head and whickered softly. Something was approaching.
A large creature passed by, on the other side of the trees. Ranulf, under his blanket, could feel incredible heat emanating from it, almost blistering his skin, and then cooling just as suddenly. He shivered.
The next day he rode on, coming to a castle besieged by a dragon. Protected by his mothers blessing, he fought the beast and won. In reward he was made the heir of the castle’s childless king. Years passed and Ranulf became a great king, beloved by his people.
One summer’s day he went hunting in a forest on the very edges of his kingdom. Excited by the chase, his horse quickly outstripped his retainers and he found himself alone. His horse came to a sudden halt and, surprised, he was thrown off. Lying on the ground, he found that he couldn’t move, not a finger, not a toe. A strange knight, dressed in bright red armour, stood over him. Ranulf was completely at his mercy.
The knight held a sword to his throat. “You have taken my kingdom from me. I will kill you unless you return here in a year and a day with the answer to the question I will put to you”.
Ranulf found he could speak, “Who are you and what is the question you would have me answer”.
“I am Sir Draig. The king you helped stole my lands from me and you killed my son when he tried to take them back. If you would win your life and keep your...

hey :) i will re-post the song underneath but here is what you need to know.
I am only 13 and a girl so if you think it is babyish for an adult like somebody said i am sorry :)
if you have ny suggestions or questions please email me on rian.d4297@yahoo.com :) thanks x
This song does not have a happy ending but was based on a true story that did:)
I wanted to leave the ending open so people could think up their own and wonder what happened to the person.
I also didnt make clear who the song was about, again so people could use their imagination:)
Please give me constructive criticism and i will accept it :)
If Wanted i will create an additional verse with a happy ending?? let me know:)
here is the song again<3

[verse]
I asked you that question
You just said goodnight
Brushed back my hair
And told me to sleep tight
Don't think of the future
Just think of now
I'll keep you safe
That's my promise my vow

[pre chorus]
Ooh but could you keep that promise?
When I woke up the next day
To am empty house
Just feeling betrayed

[chorus]
How can you keep that promise
Now that you're gone?
How can you hold me tight at night
If you're gone?
How can you leave me here to wonder
Why you're gone?
How can you turn your back on me?
You're gone.

[Verse 2]
I stare out the window
And wait until I see
A great sheet of darkness
Cover sky and sea
I think to myself
One day you'll come home
But until that day
I'll face the world alone
Just remembering the night
you took me by the hand
Said you'll never let go
Until you're buried in the ground


[pre chorus]
Ooh but could you keep that promise?
When I woke up the next day
To am empty house
Just feeling betrayed

[chorus]
How can you keep that promise
Now that you're gone?
How can you hold me tight at night
If you're gone?
How can you leave me here to wonder
Why you're gone?
How can you turn your back on me?
You're gone.

[Verse 3]
5 years later on
I'm beginning to loose hope
I've sat here everyday
No longer can I cope
I'm starting to wonder
If you'll ever return
Take back your life
Teach me what I have to learn
All I have to think of
Is the time we laughed all night
And you whispered to me sweetly
You'll always hold me tight.


[pre chorus]
Ooh but could you keep that promise?
When I woke up the next day
To am empty house
Just feeling betrayed

[chorus]
How can you keep that promise
Now that you're gone?
How can you hold me tight at night
If you're gone?
How can you leave me here to wonder
Why you're gone?
How can you turn your back on me?
You're gone.

Ahhhhh one dayyy
some wayyyy
we will meet ....... a-gainnnnn

>> It's kind of long, so if you don't want to read it all, just read the first few paragraphs and tell me what you think of them, thanks!


I lay on the floor, covered in blood and dying. Now my suffering will end, now someone must suffer as I have suffered; my daughter. I cried silently, that was what tortured me still; I would not have wished this upon anybody, now she must do what I have failed to do. But she is only a child, I had faith though, and with that faith, I died in peace.

[1] Lost
Great. I must’ve been going in circles for hours now. The same sea-green river that I’d passed for about the fifth time twirled off into the distance, surround by the same lifeless trees and mossy rocks. I sat on the ground in defeat. I was lost.
I didn’t go camping often, and when I did it was definitely the highlight of my summer, but I was hopeless, shy and unadventurous; they must’ve of known sending me out to find Christian was a mistake. Maybe they’d planned this, maybe they wanted to get rid of me. Christian would’ve found his way home, so what if he missed dinner? Now some one had to come find me, then no doubt they’d end up getting lost, too.
I hung my head between my knees, my black ponytail falling over my shoulder and trailing the dirt. Sleep should’ve been the last thing on my mind right now, but how could I panic when I was so damn tired? My eyes fluttered shut as I fell onto my back, maybe I’ll wake up with a solution, I hoped so; I was terrified of being alone.

****

“Hey... hey, wake up!” I opened my eyes, immediately squinting to avoid the suns glare. Someone was shaking me.
“Stop it” I mumbled. I had to blink a few times before I could see where I was. The forest surrounded me, the sound of the river mumbled in the distance. But this wasn’t the campsite. “Hey! Where am I?”
“Finally, you’re awake! I was considering hitting you with a stick” I sat up, annoyed at whoever it was who’d ignored my question, to find a girl kneeling beside me. She was probably about the same age as me, perhaps younger, her eyes where a strange mix of gold and brown, her light brunette hair was twisted and clipped back into a untidy bun, but stray strands of it fell about her sweaty face. She wore a long-sleeved, dirty white t-shirt with old jeans, and her feet where bare and covered in scratches; but, around her neck, clinging to a rusty silver chain, was the most beautiful crystal I’d ever seen, perfectly smooth and about the size of a 50p, it glistened in the sunlight, I even had to squint slightly to look at it.
“Who are you?” I asked, staring at her. If it wasn’t for her necklace, I’d think she lived out here.
“I’m Grace, Grace Scarlet, nice to meet ya’. What’s your name?”
“...I’m Palmira Wood... but call me Pal” Grace stood up, and I followed.
“Hey, Pal. Actually, I was wandering if you could help me...”
“Yeah...?”
“How deep is that river? See, I have to cross it and I...