These are words

It's been a long time since I sat down and wrote. I mean really wrote what was in my heart. All the thoughts that are inside of me bubbling out freely. I don't know if I will ever be able to do that again. I offer up a song, some lyrics maybe something funny or cute but the things that are real stay quiet. I suppose in some respects I have considered quitting my blog but my inner narcissist loves the attention too much to do that.

That's enough honesty for one night 

You should watch this YouTube channel.

And try chocolate wine. You would think after my amazing Christmas eve hangover I would know better but NAH!

I feel so light and at peace. It's been a long time since I have felt this way.



  This is my winter song to you. The storm is coming soon, it rolls in from the sea
My voice; a beacon in the night. My words will be your light, to carry you to me.
 Is love alive? Is love alive?
Is love
They say that things just cannot grow beneath the winter snow, or so I have been told. They say were buried far, just like a distant star I simply cannot hold.
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?
This is my winter song. December never felt so wrong, cause you're not where you belong; inside my arms.
  I still believe in summer days. The seasons always change and life will find a way. 
Ill be your harvester of light and send it out tonight so we can start again.
 Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?
 This is my winter song. December never felt so wrong, cause you're not where you belong; inside my arms. 
This is my winter song to you. The storm is coming soon it rolls in from the sea. My love a beacon in the night. My words will be your light to carry you to me.
 Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?
 Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?
Is love alive? Is love alive?