I wrote this with my lovely wife Olivia and our dear friend Anje! Check out the country version HERE!
Here’s another one I wrote with Anje Dowler and a great singer/songwriter I went to Berklee with, Mike Willis.
Staying put. Seeing love through. Walking it out. Hard, but so worth it. Enjoy!!
Don’t Want to Run
I’ve always played the game
not giving all of me
so quick place the blame
A broken man
With an answer for everything
Can’t keep living live in overdrive
Always trying to catch my breath
My soul is tired now
I think I’m losing ground
I can’t help myself
I don’t want to run anymore
I’d rather stay with you and take it slow
With this love I can’t ignore
I’m finally coming undone
I don’t wanna run
A collection of memories
A fading dream
Are all I’ve had to hold
A beaten up photograph
From a moment that
I cannot seem to let go
Our love has been a battleground
Leaving us the casualties
I’ll raise my hand and call a truce
But I just can’t retreat
Am I too late?
Has the moment gone?
Is there a part of me alive in you?
Something I can hold on to?
Time for a new song! This one I wrote with my dear friend Anje Dowler…bunch of new ones coming up here and on the YouTube channel!
Anje Dowler/Ben Ward
It seemed so permanent
Felt like forever
They all said “learn from it”
It’ll get better
But walking around in chains ain’t good enough you see
So I cut those ties, the one’s that bind
And it almost killed me
But I’m still standing
All my reasoning
Seemed so perfect
Far from working
With no one else to blame walking right into that place
Just let it go, nothing left to know
No more excusing
Done with waiting
New song this week written with one of my favorite people in the world, Anje Dowler, and Katie Dean. It’s got a “James Taylor Moment” in the middle where the key goes up and I have to move the capo in a split second. Watch for it :).
Download here. Play here: [audio:http://benwardmusic.com/wp-content/uploads/Fight-in-Me.mp3|titles=Fight in Me|artists=Ben Ward]
Fight In Me
Ben Ward, Anje Dowler, Katie Dean
You’re the cigarette I’m not smoking
You’re the whiskey I’m not pouring
Anymore….Why can’t I close the door
You’re the hit I’m not taking
You’re the judgment I’m not making
It’s not over yet…Too hard to forget
I’ve got more needs
Than the comfort you bring
You hold my hand
But you’re not holding on to me
I’ve got some doubts
But I’m feeling my way out
In the end I believe
There’s still a fight in me
Maybe I fall too quickly
Maybe I’m my own worst enemy
It’s so easy…You never leave me
I’ll overcome where I’ve come from
Undo the damage I’ve done