I found my self growing up.
At 1-11 years old, I was a child and playing...
It's like walking outside
When it starts to rain...
This life has a path
Some people love you...
The last time I lay my eyes on you,
your right fist was carving bruises...
Across the mountains and the hills
Across the timbers wild...
It is your choice to hate
To belittle...
It's not worth getting mad
When things might go wrong...
Experience tells you what to do
Confidence allows you to do it...
I walk the shadows ...
so that you may walk in the light...
Preface
At a river I stand...
When she left
I almost died and...
1976-
Water fills my lungs...