the things I wrote wouldn't have any meaning today...this was seven years after the singer died...this singer had a big impact on my life...not that he was a saint, although I'm sure he was a good person.
I hear you walking a mile behind me in the pale moonlight. Come out of the dark and take my hand let me the light that guides you to morning. Do not be afraid of the sun I will always be here. Don't be afraid.. I won't lead you astray I would not guide you where angels fear to...
..don't want to talk about it...or maybe I want to...don't have the time anyway...so much on my mind, but I don't want to think about it...haven't listened to music in a few days...hope doesn't give me hope these days, but I can still enjoy a good meal.
My life is hopeful; that there is a bright light at the end of the tunnel, happiness on the horizon, true love straight ahead.
I have to say that I've found that light, happiness and true love are at hand :)