Please, God, let it be me! Let me be the one to have absorbed the last drops of poison that seeps within the rotting roots of our sick and dying tree so that the branches of my children and theirs will reach up to touch the Sun instead of digging down into hell.

{“Seasons Change“}

THE DANCE

Looking back on the memory of the dance we shared ‘neath the stars above, for a moment, all the world was right. How could I have known that you’d ever say goodbye? And now I’m glad I didn’t know the way it all would end – the way it all would go. Our lives are better left to chance. I could have missed the pain, but I’d have had to miss the dance. Holding you, I held everything. For a moment, wasn’t I a king? But if I’d only known how the king would fall? Hey who’s to say? You know I might have changed it all. {Garth Brooks}