The Less Things Change

appalachian folk, lo-fi, nostalgic, reflective, moderate tempo, sad pure female vocal, melancholic, weeping cello

V3.5

## Walking Together: Songs for Solidarity ##
This unfortunately doesn't meet the entry requirements for the Walking Together songwriting contest.  But it is no less relevant.  Hope you enjoy and encourage you to participate.
The WEF estimates there are over 150 million people without homes worldwide. This project is aimed at supporting efforts to help people "made of potential" out of homelessness in co-operation with Homeless Entrepreneurs.

Authors Notes:
A tree stands as a silent witness to the explosion of homelessness in the United States. Over the past 15 years its doubled to exceed 640,000 lives. The song verses are crafted in a Tanka poetry style with a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable pattern where it narrates the pain from the tree's perspective. But we are not trees; we have the power to rewrite this sad story.

[Sorrowful Intro]
Roots of sorrow deep 
Sheltering arms outstretched wide 
Homeless souls beneath 
Doubled within my lifetime 
Falling leaves of shame

[Neglected Verse]
Irony of kindness
Sent abroad, yet local pain 
Remains, unattended 
Aching hearts, with empty hands 
Frozen tears of neglect (tears of neglect)

[power chorus]
The winds of change, they whisper through my leaves
A gentle warning, of the consequence each weaves
The less things change, the more we'll have to pay
For the price of our indifference, on the darkest day

[Desperate Verse]
I, a tree, bear witness
To the plight, the suffering 
Blind eyes, turned away 
From the cries, the desperate 
Voices, lost in silence (lost in silence)

[Vulnerable Verse]
My branches, once a haven
Now a reminder of failure 
To act, to make a change 
Leaving the vulnerable 
Exposed, to the elements (to the elements)

[Forgotten Verse]
The winds of justice
Howl through my leaves, a lament 
For the forgotten 
The overlooked, the neglected 
A sorrow, that will not cease (will not cease)

[Apathetic Verse]
In my shadow, they huddle
Together, for warmth, for comfort 
But, I, a tree, feel cold 
For the indifference, the apathy 
That grips, the hearts of men (hearts of men)

[Burdened Outro]
The less things change, the more
I feel the weight, the burden 
Of a world, that turns away 
From the suffering, the pain 
And leaves, the vulnerable, to fade (vulnerable to fade)

[fade to end]
[end]

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