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Verse-By-Verse | Finding a New Way Home Lyrics | How to Write Your First Poem/Song Mini-Series

Updated: Mar 29

It was a long and winding road, but alas! We've made it back ashore. Attached below is the Audio and YouTube links, along with the pictorial and the plain text versions of the lyrics for "Finding a New Way Home."


Thank you to all members of the Why It Meters community for your support throughout this rewarding journey. If you're curious how such a song was made, I encourage you to check out Why It Meter's three-part series showcased in the previous two blog posts.


I hope my (sometimes shaky) voice will help encourage you to contribute a verse of your own - whether that be within the realm of poetics, or elsewhere, in other endearing stories.


No matter what the face of your play may be, feel free to contact me or submit some of your compositions on the "Public's Poetic Publications" page or send me a message through a comment on this post or one of our social media accounts. I'd love to help an aspiring bard embark on their seafaring sonnet/song - it's what makes this platform worth all the while.




Finding a New Way Home



Finding a New Way Home


Dad’s been, wading about all our old bins,

Wondering how I got this big,

Rehearsing all of our past gigs,

And Mom is reminiscing Baby Boy.


She sits leafing about all our booklets,

Puddles throughout from her blue fits,

The current was more than I’d admit,

But I’m just swimming forwards towards the door.


It’s a chore:

Moving out I’m rooting out all my drawers.

I assure,

Mom and Dad, I’m gonna make it to the shore.


Look at me now, well I’m looking around

At all that’s been lost and all that’s been found.

On this road who can say

If they’re going the way.

These orbs gleaming bright

May lead you astray.


I’m cramped cruising about all these off-ramps,

Flanked hereabout by dim fish lamps,

Searing around where I’d decamp.

Oh, I’m just treading headings nothing more.


It’s a chore:

Moving out I’m rooting out all my drawers.

I assure,

Mom and Dad, I’m gonna make it to the shore.


Look at me now, well I’m looking around

At all that’s been lost and all that’s been found.


On this road who can say

If they’re going the way.

These orbs gleaming bright

May lead you astray.


And even when you’re home in mind,

All that you know you let go far behind

Maybe it’s just time to find

A new way home


We stand singing about on the weekends,

Hooting and shouting with my friends,

But still, my road hits no dead ends.

I bellow my sweet fellow back ashore.


It’s a chore:

Moving out I’m rooting out all my drawers.

I assure,

Mom and Dad, I’m gonna make it to the shore.


Look at me now, well I’m looking around

At all that’s been lost and all that’s been found.


On this road who can say

If they’re going the way.

These orbs gleaming bright

May lead you astray.


If you've read this far, I'd love to share one of the quotes that inspired me to undertake such a daunting project.


"The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?


Answer.

That you are here—that life exists and identity,

That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. "

- Whitman, "O Me! O Life!"


That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse... What will your verse be?


- Lucas (Why It Meters)



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