I can't say anything,
because my heart is on its frenzy.
Is it not it funny how one asks for things and things and things and realize that they're not happy or joyful or cheerful? Is it funny or is it sad? Can you laugh or does this make you cry?
I ask myself often, where can I relive my memories? There were sunny days in winters, sunny days in summer. I look everywhere, but they only live in my head. My memories are dead. The one thing not dead is the only thing I am avoiding. Can I avoid it any longer? Will it haunt me forever? Maybe...it will break my consience, the thing that I hold so dear. Maybe this is good, maybe it's intentions are pure.
1-2-3-4, how do I say more?
Q-R-X, what do I say next?
Love me God,
and help me love you.



Get back to my roots, soak up in the place you were before
you're not lost,
you're away
la - la - la -la - la
you're not lost, you're away
take that rabbit trail back, babe
take those crumbs back, stuff them into your pocket
set your eyes on that prize
soak up the sun, get back to the place you came from
you're hearts back there
la - la - la - la - la
this ain't the end of the pit,
it's dark before it gets light
and His smile is the light
get back to your smile, babe
don't be sad, you're not lost
you're just away


plums tree treat

it's that time again,
where I come out and laugh again,
where I come out and smell the roses,
when I come out and take the new spring air
plum tree treats