Hi everyone,

I was away from this forum for a (little) while. But it looks booming now. Lots of new stuff from all creative persons. BB definitely meets a need, that's for sure!
But... I'm not only posting a compliment to BB, I'm posting a new song I made in the time I was 'offline'.
It's called Forlorn. The link: https://soundcloud.com/user-296497130/forlorn

That title sounds nearly the same as the Dutch word 'Verloren', and they have the same meaning: you can feel forlorn if a sad event happens and you're not getting a grip on it.
This song is quite the opposite of my former song which was Metal ('We are'). But to me that's perfectly normal.

The style is HOWCOME, but I used some other instruments, e.g. the sologuitar is realtracknr. 2603, and in the DAW I worked with my keyboard as well.
I hesitated a bit about adding the backgroundchoir, so I made two versions of the song. But the majority of people who listened to these versions prefered the choirversion, so that's what you'll hear.

The lyrics:
Forlorn
(c) HWBerkhout, april 2019

Can I find words to make you feel at ease?
Is there a place that gives you peace?
I heard you whisper about us in the past
Your voice so softly, but I got it at last

Is there a song you would love to hear?
And will it take away your fear?
You were always my rock that made me feel so save
But time has no mercy. Although you're so brave

How come that live will never last?
What does it matter when we meet our past?
Where are the answers if there's nothing to say?
So, what will matters at the end of our day?

Is there a time we can meet again?
I hope you wave if you see me then
I can't see you're moving, nor hear your voice
You are now ready, You made your choice

How come that thoughts refused to stay?
What does it matter anyway?
We're only tourists. We never stay
So, what will matters at the end of our day

Your spirit left when Time enters our door
Only tears keep runing, while you no more
Then I could not contain
Time always reign

How come that thoughts always fly away?
What does it matter anyway?
Where are the answers when words refused to stay?
But will it matters at the end of our day?

Where are the answers
when words fly away
Only memories
last longer, they say

Hans Berkhout
(Birchwood)
https://soundcloud.com/user-296497130