FIRST SONG FROM I HOPE MY VOICE DOESN'T SKIP RELEASED

My next poetry book, I Hope My Voice Doesn't Skip (June 5, 2018), contains poetry, prose, and songwriting.

Today I am sharing HOPE with you. A song that appears in my upcoming poetry collection. This song, co-written and performed by Ada Pasternak, is one of SEVEN songs from my upcoming collection.

It is a resilience anthem for anyone hurting right now. The song's message is clear: with pain, comes strength.

This song is a perfect introduction to I Hope My Voice Doesn't Skip as the message of recovery from pain is sewn into every page of the book.

I would love to hear your thoughts! Listen below :) Lyrics are below as well!

xoxo,

Alicia

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9rRw...

This song is Available on Spotify, iTunes, Google Play, & Soundcloud:

https://open.spotify.com/album/1nmzPx...

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/hop...

https://play.google.com/store/music/a...

https://soundcloud.com/ada-pasternak/...

Lyrics Co-written by Alicia Cook

Produced by Keith Parry

String arrangement by Stevie Blacke

String Quartet: Ada Pasternak (Violin)
Will E (Violin)
Emily Elkan (Cello)
Jennifer Wu (Viola)

Bass by Frogs McCormack

Piano by Adam Chester and additional Piano by Alex Williams

Mix by Keith Parry

Master by Jet Galindo (Bakery Mastering)

Lyrics:
Been down and out,
filled with doubt,
had this little heart of mine
kicked around.

All of this hurt,
won’t break my soft.
What is gone,
is never lost.

There’s still hope in this hook,
belief in the bridge,
that all of these scars
are proof that I lived.

There’s still hope in this hook,
belief that tomorrow
will hold a silver lining
to all of this sorrow.

On the sunniest day,
the sky can seem gray,
but all of my warmth
can’t be taken away.

All of these battles,
they’ve made me fierce.
Know that my faith
cannot be pierced.

There’s still hope in this hook,
belief in the bridge,
that all of these scars
are proof that I lived.

There’s still hope in this hook,
belief that tomorrow
will hold a silver lining
to all of this sorrow.

’Cause crying doesn’t make me weak.
It’s my soul, just trying to speak.
Oh, I don’t want to go to sleep,
knowing that I could’ve done better than this.
(Knowing that I could’ve done better than this.)

There’s still hope in this hook,
belief in the bridge,
that all of these scars
are proof that I lived.

There’s still hope in this hook,
belief that tomorrow
will hold a silver lining
to all of this sorrow.

’Cause crying doesn’t make me weak.
This is my heart just trying to speak.