Here is a song that was written with Cheryl Teal. I had a set of lyrics that I wrote in about May this year that I just couldn't seem to put music to. I sent them to Cheryl and she came up with the music.
The song is about growing up in Zimbabwe in that war and how in that war and how everything that happens in your life adds to what ends up as YOU. And each of us are made up of millions of beautiful scars.
Lyrics
Copyright Joanne Cooper and Cheryl Teal
Born in '64 'neath the shadow of a war
Fear was written on my page
Silent spaces silent prayer waiting for the news
the names of the unlucky few
Beautiful scars and Jagged imperfecions
Hidden down in the pocket of a coat I don't wear
Beautiful scars and Careful redirection
Covered over in colours A sketch no longer there
My past with tales Retold stacked wooden russian dolls
I know if I take a look
Pressed in a dust poetry book show up in print I am
a frame I'm living in
Beautiful scars and Jagged imperfecions
Hidden down in the pocket of a coat I don't wear
Beautiful scars and Careful redirection
Covered over in colours A sketch no longer there
Through the chaos and tears
hands reach across the years
Never knowing whats in store
It's not finished yet
There's nothing to regret
And there will be a thousand more
Beautiful scars and Jagged imperfections
Hidden down in the pocket of a coat I don't wear
Beautiful scars and Careful redirection
Covered over in colours A sketch no longer there