Dear Mr. Langland, thank you very much for your insightful comment. The wind blows hard against this mountain side, across the sea into my soul. It reaches into where I cannot hide, setting my feet upon the road .My heart is old, it holds my memories, my body burns a gemlike flame. Somewhere between the soul and soft machine, is where I find myself again.
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight. Not a footprint to be seen. A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I’m the Queen. The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside. Couldn’t keep it in; Heaven knows I’ve tried.
Somewhere between the soul and soft machine, is where I find myself again. When I was young I thought of growing old, of what my life would mean to me
Would I have followed down my chosen road, or only wished what I could be.
Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel. Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night.. Kyrie eleison, where I’m going will you follow. Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light.
March 8, 2017 @ 12:52 pm
Helllo Baby! Ha ha ha ha ha, oh you sweet thing Do I what? Will I what?
Oh baby you know what I like!
March 8, 2017 @ 12:54 pm
Dear Mr. Langland, thank you very much for your insightful comment. The wind blows hard against this mountain side, across the sea into my soul. It reaches into where I cannot hide, setting my feet upon the road .My heart is old, it holds my memories, my body burns a gemlike flame. Somewhere between the soul and soft machine, is where I find myself again.
March 8, 2017 @ 12:56 pm
Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose
Oh baby that’s what I like.
March 8, 2017 @ 12:57 pm
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight. Not a footprint to be seen. A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I’m the Queen. The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside. Couldn’t keep it in; Heaven knows I’ve tried.
March 8, 2017 @ 12:58 pm
Oh honey
But, oh baby you know what I like.
March 8, 2017 @ 12:59 pm
Somewhere between the soul and soft machine, is where I find myself again. When I was young I thought of growing old, of what my life would mean to me
Would I have followed down my chosen road, or only wished what I could be.
March 8, 2017 @ 1:00 pm
What’s that honey? Pick you up at 8 and don’t be late? But baby, I ain’t got no money honey.
Oh alright baby, you know what I like.
March 8, 2017 @ 1:00 pm
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see. Be the good girl you always have to be.Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know.
Well now they know.
March 8, 2017 @ 1:01 pm
Oh baby that’s what I like.
March 8, 2017 @ 1:02 pm
Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel. Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night.. Kyrie eleison, where I’m going will you follow. Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light.
March 8, 2017 @ 1:05 pm
Let it go, let it go. Turn away and slam the door. I don’t care what they’re going to say. Let the storm rage on.The cold never bothered me anyway.