Words for Thought

Kelly Clarkson’s Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You) has always meant a lot to me. I learned at a young age that we have to keep pushing on. What I guess I didn’t realize is how much of an influence my grandmother had on me. I respect her so much and love her with all of my heart, so this one is dedicated to her and the amazing things she has accomplished.

*As always, there are flaws to my version. My piano playing was wrong sometimes, so my vocal pitch didn’t always match up. And sorry for the annoying buzz in the background. Those are the strings of the piano vibrating, meaning the piano needs to be fixed and tuned (my fault :/). *

For Kelly Clarkson’s original: Kelly Clarkson – Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You)

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My grandmother relaxes in her black chair in the corner of her living room. I sit on the floor in front of her, massaging her feet with lotion, keeping them look as young as they do. Her feet are small, tender, strong. They’ve carried the load of years of hard work. They’ve held up her body even when Parkinson’s tried to bring it down. They were present when each child left the house and when each grandchild entered. They danced at parties; they sat crossed in prayer. And now her seventy-year-old feet are in my seventeen-year-old hands.

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Here is Landslide a piece written by Stevie Nicks and performed by Fleetwood Mac that is quite well-known. So well-known, that I doubt I did it any justice, but it’s a beautiful song that I wanted to play. I know there are mistakes, but the idea was so in-the-moment, I didn’t bother to perfect the little flaws before I posted. Sorry for all the low notes I couldn’t quite hit. I promise, you’ll forget about them by the end 🙂

Here is the original song: Fleetwood Mac – Landslide

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I am red with rage.

I will shatter glass and break boards.

I will claw and pound at the doors until they let me out.

I will scream until my lungs are empty.

I will throw a fit.

I will push you away when you come close.

I will fight any intruder.

I will punch and pummel.

There will be nothing left.

I will hurt you.

I will blame you.

My eyes will burn through yours.

I will beg to start over.

I will wish for something new.

I will sit in pain and anger.

I will weep for unjustified pain.

I will watch every water droplet fall with disgust.

I will hate myself for hurting.

I will give up.

I will cry until the room floods and I am afloat.

I am blue with sadness.