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        <title>grief — The Songwriters Forum</title>
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        <pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2026 17:27:15 +0000</pubDate>
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        <title>Reflections (By Alyssa Womack)</title>
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        <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jun 2023 00:12:48 +0000</pubDate>
        <category>Original Songs &amp; Lyrics for review</category>
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        <description><![CDATA[<p>A collaboration with the wonderful Alyssa Womack (QuoththeLlama over on the Muse forum). She wrote the most beautiful song about grief in the wake of her mothers death and very kindly allowed me to 'flesh it out' with her assistance. Alyssa is on vocals and acoustic guitar and wrote the song and lyrics - I arranged it and played everything else. </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://on.soundcloud.com/Sbq35" rel="nofollow noreferrer ugc">https://on.soundcloud.com/Sbq35</a></p><p><br /></p><p>Reflections</p><p><br /></p><p>I've been feeling like the mums you hung</p><p>On our old front porch</p><p>Like my roots dried out, and I'll grow no more</p><p>And I will never be quite like I was before</p><p>With all my sun dried petals drifting to the floor</p><p><br /></p><p>Oh, I...</p><p>I have never looked so much like you</p><p>And looking in the mirror</p><p>Has never been so hard to do</p><p><br /></p><p>I see you in my eyes, in my nose, in my smile</p><p>I see you and it steals my breath for a while</p><p>Well you can haunt every freckle</p><p>On this second-hand face</p><p>But what I've lost, reflections can't replace</p><p><br /></p><p>I've been losing time and sleep</p><p>Thinking about your soul</p><p>How you won't come back, and you won't get old</p><p>Yeah, when you died something in me froze</p><p>But the birds still sing, and the grass still grows</p><p><br /></p><p>Oh, I...</p><p>I have never felt a cut so deep</p><p>But I look in the mirror</p><p>And it's almost like you're here with me</p><p><br /></p><p>I see you in my eyes, in my nose, in my smile</p><p>I see you and it steals my breath for a while</p><p>Well, you can haunt every freckle</p><p>On this second-hand face</p><p>But what I've lost, reflections can't replace</p><p><br /></p><p>Now all we could have had is torn asunder</p><p>And I am here alone, afraid, and left to wonder</p><p>As my racing heartbeats crash like thunder</p><p> And it drags me under</p><p> And it drags me under</p><p><br /></p><p>I see you in my eyes, in my nose, in my smile</p><p>I see you and it steals my breath for a while</p><p>Well, you can haunt every freckle</p><p>On this second-hand face</p><p>But what I've lost, reflections can't replace</p><p><br /></p><p>I see you in my eyes, in my nose, in my smile</p><p>I see you and it steals my breath for a while</p><p>Well, you can haunt every freckle</p><p>On this second-hand face</p><p>But what I've lost, reflections can't replace</p>]]>
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