Soft

The tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut makes me so sad and angry, I needed to sing this song I wrote years ago to remind myself of what’s actually useful and needed in response to such horrific violence.

Thanks to Stephanie Frostad for helping me more firmly point my compass toward softness today.

I know the recording quality isn’t good, and I’m out of frame for much of the song, but that’s just not the point today.

"Soft"

Electric light
Bright and harsh
Breaks the night
Cuts the dark

Engine noise
And plastic toys
Crooked rhymes
And power lines

This world is a hard, hard place
Let me be soft in it

Too much speed
Too much sound
Too many roads
Cover tender ground

Too many guns
Too much war
Too much
Chasing after more

This world is a hard, hard place
Let me be soft in it

Give me soft hands
Soft eyes
Soft belly and
Soft mind
Hard is strong
So we’ve been told
But the water
Wears away the stone

We’ve got piles of wealth
Stacks of rage
We’re living in a strange age

Men of steel
Prison bars
We don’t know
Who we are
If I must be a part of it
Let me be soft-hearted

This world is a hard, hard place
Let me be soft in it