I painted the walls bright colors
Pink and green and blue.
I brought out my mother's curtains
The one's I had hidden from you.
Nothing goes with anything
Nothing goes with me.
Sometimes the sun shines in the winter
Just wait and see.
I put on my nicest clothing
I brushed my hair.
I shined my shoes, put on a hat
Opened the door, reached my heart towards the air.
Headed nowhere with any reason
No one went with me
Sometimes the sun shines in the winter
Just wait and see.
Rising up through the path of the day
Rising up through the winter and my time away.
Quiet can be a comfort
Quiet can be a curse.
Quiet can be with someone
Or someone can be quiet first.
I look into the clouds
No one looks with me
Sometimes the sun shines in the winter
Just wait and see.
The Sun Shines In The Winter
The Sun Shines In The Winter
Last edited by John K. on Mon Feb 23, 2009 5:59 pm, edited 2 times in total.
LOL... I'm not throwing you into the arms of strangers or friends, John 
. My comment had much more to do with the nature of the song you wrote, and how marital issues get/don't get resolved, than whether your own marriage was in imminent danger. Had that been my pressing concern, I'd have PM'd you.
Whew! Glad we got that resolved before this long weekend here. I have to leave, even as we speak, to get to an appointment at 4:00, 60 miles away, with heavy, holiday traffic in between.
Have a SAFE and happy holiday, John... as well as everyone else.
Love,
Lizzay
. My comment had much more to do with the nature of the song you wrote, and how marital issues get/don't get resolved, than whether your own marriage was in imminent danger. Had that been my pressing concern, I'd have PM'd you.Whew! Glad we got that resolved before this long weekend here. I have to leave, even as we speak, to get to an appointment at 4:00, 60 miles away, with heavy, holiday traffic in between.
Have a SAFE and happy holiday, John... as well as everyone else.
Love,
Lizzay
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Quiet can be a comfort
Quiet can be a curse.
Quiet can be with someone
Or someone can be quieter first.
Words are feelings in sound and print,
Perhaps words have feelings too?
Quiet can be a curse.
Quiet can be with someone
Or someone can be quieter first.
Words are feelings in sound and print,
Perhaps words have feelings too?
"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.