You can: Write lyrics using one (or both) of the prompts Produce a track that simply feels like these words. + How to enter: title 1. Make a song around either prompt 2. Add the hashtag #RhyRhy or #RhythmRhymeChallenge to your 3. Add the word or phrase you choose in the caption 4. Include these rules so others can join 5. Tag your song under my song: https://suno.com/song/446db560 -be13-4c86-8f9e-6304f293761e 6. Check out the other entries [Chorus] The snow still fell, a gentle grace, No scorching sun, no barren space, (Memories Are What They Are.) We sought the heat in southern lands, Six weeks of rain, across the sands, (Memories Are What They Are.) [Verse 1] Twenty years back, winters wore a coat of white, Snowflakes dancin' in the pale moonlight. Summers meant a southern escape, Chasin' the sun, no time to wait. Now, that heat's a memory, bittersweet and strange, While six weeks of rain, would bring on teenage rage. [Verse 2] Now I see the hungry eyes, the endless lines of the dispossessed, The empty fields where creatures used to roam. We knew the truth, the numbers clear, The data screamed, but no one seemed to hear. Our leaders spoke, but words were cheap, While I took to the streets, my voice strong and deep. But they only spoke of profit, growth, and gain, And now that empty promise echoes in the rain. [Chorus] The snow still fell, a gentle grace, No scorching sun, no barren space, (Memories Are What They Are.) We sought the heat in southern lands, Six weeks of rain, across the sands, (Memories Are What They Are.) [Verse 3] I remember garden days, where I could play, And endless forests, where I'd freely stray. Or dive into the Baggersee, so cool and deep, Where sun-kissed skin was all I'd want to keep. Now, from June to September, we're told to hide inside, Especially the children and elderly, nowhere left to hide. There's no joy in being out, no nature left to see, Just withered lands and empty misery. [Verse 4] And here I sit, a song upon my tongue, Singing of the warnings, I knew were coming. I saw it all, the writing on the wall, But why, oh why, did I ignore the call? First came Trump, then came Merz, then came Weidel's hateful plea, Now the floods have come, in their relentless ways. I grumbled and I groaned, I knew it wasn't right, But why didn't I stand up and fight? Against the fear-mongers, the populists, and their lies, Why didn't I rise up, with fire in my eyes? [Chorus] The snow still fell, a gentle grace, No scorching sun, no barren space, (Memories Are What They Are.) We sought the heat in southern lands, Six weeks of rain, across the sands, (Memories Are What They Are.) [Outro] Oh, if only I could go back in time, Back to 2025, just for a little while. To truly stand up, for our future to defend, And make a different story, before this bitter end.
