Sometimes I Hear My Voice And It's

You Don't Leave People Who Can't Defend Themselves.

Is There Room In My Heart For You To Follow Your Heart?

I Remember Driving To North Carolina When I Was A Little Girl In A Snowstorm To Get Down To My Mom's Family In The Carolinas. There Were Chains On The Car - It Was The Late Sixties - And We Were Just Singing In The Car. Christmas Carols.

If I Was Writing Songs Just For Me I'd Only Play Them In My Living Room, Alone.

When I Am Able To Be Present, Listening - Really Listening - To A Viewpoint Described Through Someone Else's Lens, I Am Here In The Now And Alive.