Last night, one of the members of my writing group, Taffy Kennedy, mentioned the song that had “hope in the title” that I had written with my brother Sam. I was so touched she remembered, I promised I’d find it so she could hear it again. Here it is below from a previous post here on WordPress. Thanks, Taffy, for reminding me of this song and the sweet collaboration I had with Sam. What a treat!

The song below, which is the first set of lyrics I’ve ever written, is imperfect in many ways, but I really love the chorus. We can all use “just a little hope” every now and then.

Sam took my lyrics and wrote the music for the song. He also did all the music production and the singing. Clearly, I am quite fortunate to have such a talented little brother!  Sam knows that I love Americana music so don’t be surprised when you hear an accordion.

I love this brother of mine with all my heart. I appreciate what a gift it is to have him in my life. Thanks, Sam, for encouraging me to step out of my comfort zone and try something completely new.

Just a Little Hope

Cruising the drag in your prom gown
Circling the square, going round and round
Laughing with your friends with lilies in your hair
Smiling at that boy standing there
Hometown girl, you’re a step from freedom

Your head is full of big, big plans
Dreaming of adventures in foreign lands
But that boyfriend of yours tugs at your heart
Your whole world shifts in the starlit dark
So long palm trees and sun-warmed sands 

Just a little hope
is what you need now to get your through
To help you see the future’s bright tomorrow

Just a little hope
to push away this touch of blue
and see that time
does not define,
but really only borrows.

Life passes in the wink of an eye
Little girl grows up and says goodbye
And before you know it, it’s time to go
Down to the beaches of Mexico
To live dreams that are never-ending

Just a little hope
is what you need now to get your through
To help you see the future’s bright tomorrow

Just a little hope
to push away this touch of blue
and see that time
does not define,
but really only borrows.

Sam and Len in Sicily, October 2024