Ripples

Warm indie folk-pop ballad, Fingerpicked acoustic guitar, gentle banjo, warm analog synth pads, soft piano, brushed drums, mellow bass, subtle electronic textures, tasteful delays and ambient swells, Organic and intimate with a cinematic atmosphere, balancing dry humor and heartfelt melancholy, Builds gradually into an uplifting, emotionally rich chorus before fading into an instrumental outro

[Verse] Thomas was a bright boy... Always had good grades... He was kind... He was patient... Good in almost every way... Till one night when he was just 14... A drunk driver took that all away... [Melancholic instrumental] [Verse 2] Mark had it rough... All his life... His daddy was a drunk... Who beat him up sometimes... Like he weren't nothin' but a punk... Try as he might... to not be his dad... He grew up with the drink... Which sealed his fate with Thomas... None of it's fair... Anyway you think... [Melancholic instrumental] [Chorus] Every life... Touches another... Every choice... Ripples out... We never see what's comin'... Till we're starin' it down... [Instrumental] [Verse 3] After the funeral... Thomas's family fell apart... His father started drinkin'... His mother... left... Lookin' for a new start... I hope they find it... [Instrumental] [Verse 4] After the cremation... Alone... nobody else came... Marks father quit the bottle... After years of self hate... He started some time later... A charity for victims of alcohol... He's helped a lot of people... Who'da thought... [Instrumental] [Outro] Every life... Touches another... Every choice... Ripples out... We never see what's comin'... Till we're starin' it down... . . Every life... Touches another... Every choice... Ripples out... [Instrumental solo leading to fade out] [End]

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