Rocked to Sleep

Wind is blowin’ Blowin’ tonight Is it waving a white flag Or ready to fight Thunder, Lightning March in by Wind’s side Wreaking havoc There’s no place to hide Flashin’, crashin’ Wind whistles a tune A haunting melody That hypnotizes Moon To be rocked to sleep In the cold arms of Winter

Candy Apple

“You’re too sour.” “You’re not red enough.” “You’re not quite round.” “Your skin is too tough.” My bumps and bruises Put me in the “DAMAGED” bin But stories rarely end Where they begin In fact, it was my flaws Tough skin and not too sweet That made me the perfect choice For a candy apple… Read More Candy Apple