The Buddy Song

So about a month ago, I had a very bad day. All of the things that I usually manage pretty well were just off the charts. Every little sensory thing was bothering me, I was rigid about anything and everything, and I was semi-verbal at best. Not that any of that is inherently bad, but it made me really stressed out. And my wife, well, over the years, she’s learned a lot about the best ways to help me on days like this. And even as overwhelmed as I was, I also held a strong feeling of appreciation towards her. Because she’s awesome. The next day, when I got my words back, I made a declaration to myself. I’m going to write a poem! It’ll be a deep and meaningful spoken word piece, and it’ll say everything that I’m thinking and feeling.

Yeah. So that didn’t happen. It turns out that I’m less of a deep spoken word poet and more of a bouncy rhyming couplets sort of poet. I fought the rhymes for a while, but eventually I gave in. It still basically said what I wanted, and after my wife read it, she immediately declared that it would make a great song. So we broke out the ukulele, she figured out some vocals, and pretty soon, we had a bouncy, rhyming, 4 chord song. Which I never planned to let anyone hear. I bet you can guess how long that lasted.

I ended up playing it at church this morning, during a service about how to be welcoming. I read a poem for a member of my young adult’s group. He is a much better poet than I, but is also nonverbal, so he usually asks someone to read for him. His poem lead into my song well, and I think the two of us did a really good job representing the Neurodivergant Community. I also got to talk to a few parents of autistic kids, which was really cool! Anyway, here’s a video of the song (I’m the one with the ukulele hiding behind the music stand. My wife Jess is the one with the awesome voice.), and lyrics below.

Introduction

Our people don’t realize what they do for us sometimes

They know how to communicate with us

They can tell our happy flaps from our anxious flaps

They know that the blue bowls are only for cereal

They can interact with the world- then filter it for us

They are there when we need them

(And hopefully they feel the same way)

 

The Buddy Song

Do you have your buddy

It doesn’t matter who

What’s nice about a buddy

Is they really care for you

 

Do you have your buddy

Interpreter and spy

Without their information

   You’d be left just asking why

 

Chorus:

Buddies walk through life with you

But you will share things with them too

The ups and downs, the tears and fights

You stick together, wrong or right

 

Do you have your buddy

And do they understand

That being someone’s buddy

Is exploring a new land

 

Do you have your buddy

The one with magic powers

Their wand sends meltdowns far away

They never think to cower

 

Chorus:

Buddies walk through life with you

But you will share things with them too

The ups and downs, the tears and fights

You stick together, wrong or right

 

Do you have your buddy

And do you think they know

That you’re as lost as they are

And you both just want to go

 

Do you have your buddy

A mom or spouse or friend

Yes they love you even if

Your struggles never end

 

Chorus:

Buddies walk through life with you

But you will share things with them too

The ups and downs, the tears and fights

You stick together, wrong or right

 

I can be your buddy

I hope that means that I

Can show you things through my eyes

Things you’d otherwise pass by

 

Chorus:

Buddies walk through life with you

But you will share things with them too

The ups and downs, the tears and fights

You stick together, wrong or right

 

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