Mistaking the giver … for the gift.
Where are you going?
When are you coming back?
I just want to see you again. Maybe my heart would mend.
The key to change …
I couldn’t see.
Standing in the rain, how can I keep a smile from my face?
Here comes sunshine.
Why do I move so slow? Will I ever know?
Maybe I’m selfish, the way it all breaks my heart.
You said goodbye and there isn’t any going back.
I need to feel the wind against my skin.
How does it feel?
The river doesn’t have a contract. It flows wherever it may.
I know how it feels to be the one on the front line.
I’m blessed by the ones who’ve loved me … and the ones who’ve kicked me out.
A new story emerges.
I’m going to find a shade tree and get off my feet.
Everything is going to be alright, even tho everybody’s uptight.
Just getting by.