Its been a long time coming but now the snow is gone
Around mile 20 I was feeling so good, I wanted to kiss everyone.
I do think that there's art that is tortured, but I prefer art that has the joy in it.
Every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied.
I'm looking over rooftops, and I'm hoping it ain't true, that the same God looks out for them, looks out for me and you.
Mud and water and the stumps of trees. In every direction that was all there was. Bodies fell, but the trees died standing up.