Vintage ChristmasTonight’s my first night as a watchdog, And here it is Christmas Eve. The children are sleepin’ all cozy upstairs,
Once Broken and ForgottenI used to crave the feeling of solitude but now it’s eating me alive. I understand change I understand life
The Sweetest ForestIt’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fields—