Hands shake reaching for the bottle,
full of amber liquid courage...

Two of a kind, slippin' and slidin'.
Queens of klutziness...

Suppose feelings were more than emotions,
goes without saying, they would emerge in all...

Hate.
Vicious...

Lights turned down low, candles are lit,
casting flickering shadows upon the wall...

I took my son to the circus
and he caused quite a ruckus...

Repeat
Retreat...

Rivers flow
currents know...

On my knees, praying to God,
begging, cajoling, making a deal...

She sits on the floor by her cedar hope chest,
filled over the years with letters, gifts, photos...

(All titles of songs by Mercy Me)
Goodbye ordinary, the time has come, I know...

A tiny baby lays in his crib.
His voice is silent, for he has learned...