Paul Smith Stewart

Composer | Musician | Educator

Living with ME

I am coming up on the three year anniversary of being diagnosed with myalgic encephalomyelitis (also known as chronic fatigue syndrome). For the first time in about six months I was able to pick up my guitar and work on a song I wrote over the summer. I am still learning painful lessons about how long it takes to recover when I overexert myself. I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to teach some private lessons and elementary school classes after I was no longer able to teach high school full time. It is a sad but important realization that even a one on one private lesson is too big of an energy exertion for me right now. I’m hoping that now that I am a bit recovered from this most recent crash I can figure out a way to continue to be an educator. It was a huge part of my life and I sincerely miss it.

This song in progress is called “The End”. TRIGGER WARNING: the lyrics in this song deal with the theme of suicidal ideation. It is mainly a juxtaposition between dealing with thoughts of suicide and the coping skills I have developed to help manage those thoughts. The end of the song is about transcending suicidal ideation and moving towards a healthier mental state. If you or someone you know is in crisis there are many support options available 24/7 365. One of which is the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline which you can reach at 1-800-273-8255.

Below are the lyrics to this tune and a demo version I recorded back in the summer when I was feeling better. The next challenge is to figure out how to do a proper home studio recording! Any feedback is always appreciated :)


 

The End

And I’ve seen the end

Comin’ straight down on me

But I don’t wanna go

It’s not the end of my road

And all these faces in my dreams

Time’s forsaken in me

But inside’s a way

For me to stay


And the red hawk soars

With the greatest of ease

With the wind at its back 

It can be anywhere

It please


And I wish it’d end

A hundred thousand times ‘fore this

But I don’t wanna go

Don’t wanna die alone

And all these places in my heart 

Roughed n’ tumbled, an’ torn apart

Gotta find a way 

‘Cause I wanna stay


And the soft grass grows           

Under the the pale oak tree          

In this qui - et space           

I don’t feel any - thing

But peace


My heart is open

My spirit too

Take it anywhere you want it

‘Cause I won’t be back here soon

No I won’t be back here soon


- Paul Smith Stewart ©2020