March 2013
She said, "Honey, I've got real bad news" and then there were just tears and we would never be the same again. Since then I've often wondered, what you might have been like… How it would have felt t
To the bottle I go, To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall, and wind may blow, And many miles be still to go But under a tall tree will I lie, And let the clouds go sailing by...