Andrew Robertson Mackereth
My Song of Hope
for Solo & Concert Band
Andrew Robertson Mackereth
My Song of Hope
for Solo & Concert Band
- Instrumentation Concert Band (Solo/Feature: Instrument)
- Composer Andrew Robertson Mackereth
- Editor Bertrand Moren
- Edition Score and Parts Download
- Publisher Editions Marc Reift
- Order no. EMR92049-DL
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Description:
This instrumental solo was written for my friend and trumpet soloist, Frank Stubbs.
The melody is entirely original and simple in presentation, and whilst struggling to find a suitable title had time to write a simple poem that seems to encapsulate what I'm trying to say through the piece.
My Song of Hope
My heart is often full,
And I'm weighted down.
I look in helplessness, at all around.
A world of suffering, no place for peace.
The broken promises, and no release.
Who can sing through days of darkened skies and fear?
Where, a voice that dares to rise when none can hear?
To say:
Be strong, to carry on.
And sing with confidence;
A song of hope.
With hands so often full, Arms wide open.
My spirit will not die,
Desire subside.
Alone, I dare to stand against the storm.
My pride and dignity, again reborn.
I will sing through storms that darken skies with fear,
Mine, a voice that dares to rise when none can hear.
I will be strong,
I'll carry on.
I'll sing with confidence;
My song of hope.
Andrew R. Mackereth
July 2025
The melody is entirely original and simple in presentation, and whilst struggling to find a suitable title had time to write a simple poem that seems to encapsulate what I'm trying to say through the piece.
My Song of Hope
My heart is often full,
And I'm weighted down.
I look in helplessness, at all around.
A world of suffering, no place for peace.
The broken promises, and no release.
Who can sing through days of darkened skies and fear?
Where, a voice that dares to rise when none can hear?
To say:
Be strong, to carry on.
And sing with confidence;
A song of hope.
With hands so often full, Arms wide open.
My spirit will not die,
Desire subside.
Alone, I dare to stand against the storm.
My pride and dignity, again reborn.
I will sing through storms that darken skies with fear,
Mine, a voice that dares to rise when none can hear.
I will be strong,
I'll carry on.
I'll sing with confidence;
My song of hope.
Andrew R. Mackereth
July 2025