The singer with tears in your eyes, sometimes you fall, sometimes you fly. Tonight, you cry. The singer with tears in your eyes, remembering stolen guitars, yet still, you sing. And your pain pulls at my own heartstrings. Not even the microphone can hide the anguish. The tools of a songwriter's trade, a cherished legacy, …
Moving on
It's only been a few weeks but I today feel as though it were a lifetime ago. I find myself wondering what she is doing and if she has started "seeing" the other woman. As much as one can see a married woman. Last night, I made my first few baby steps. I bought a …
