With a wonderful voice I’ll sing to thee
Hoping every word is heard...

After all that you know of my past,
After all of the hurt that I’ve been...

You don’t ask me how I’m doing,
I guess that’s because you don’t...

Monday there was love, oh so pure and true.
Tuesday was even better; I can never rid myself of...

As I lay in my bed full of colorful things,
tossing and turning trying to turn these thoughts...