Ronan – Taylor Swift: Created in the era when Swift’s compositions were more heartfelt than attitude filled, this song is based on the true story of a 4yr old boy (Ronan) who succumbed to cancer. It is written, and sung from the perspective of the young mother he left behind.
What if I’m standing in your closet trying to talk to you?
What if I kept the hand-me-downs you won’t grow into?
And what if I really thought some miracle would see us through?
What if the miracle was even getting one moment with you?
Come on baby with me, we’re gonna fly away from here
Come on baby with me, we’re gonna fly away from here
You were my best four years
Jungleland – Bruce Springsteen: In the midst of this nine-and-a-half-minute rock opera, Springsteen includes a moment of personal tragedy, where we watch as the last flicker of hope for a better tomorrow is extinguished.
Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender
In a bedroom locked in whispers
Of soft refusal and then surrender
In the tunnels uptown the Rat’s own dream guns him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
Promises – Randy Travis: This tale of broken promises is made all the more poignant by the fact it comes forth in the voice of the man who is perpetuating the emotional carnage. As clearly as he sees the virtue in his girl’s heart, he also sees the inevitability of both his own failure, and of her eventual departure. It is a devastatingly honest portrait of the treason within.
Once again, she’ll reassure me.
And I believe her love will cure me,
and I’ll fall asleep with tears on my face.
And I know she’s just a woman,
and her love can’t last forever.
And someday soon, I know
she’ll leave without a trace.
For, broken promises will tear her dreams apart.
Just token promises will someday
break her heart,
and for the last time, she’ll hold me
when I cry, and while I’m sleeping…
she’ll quietly say goodbye…
Diary – Bread: What begins as a seemingly sweet discovery of unexpressed love takes a subversive turn when the narrator suddenly realizes that he is not the object of her affection. Perhaps even more bittersweet, is his vow to wish nothing but the best for her anyway.
I found her diary underneath a tree
And started reading about me
The words began to stick and tears to flow
Her meaning now was clear to see
The love she’d waited for
was someone else not me
Wouldn’t you know it
She wouldn’t show it
And as I go through my life
I will wish for her his wife
All the sweet things she can find
All the sweet things they can find
At Seventeen – Janis Ian: This brutally honest depiction of the struggles that accompany adolescence is as emotionally raw as anything to ever come across the airwaves.
To those of us who know the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me