When the troubles come, and we struggle just to connect… When we yearn for movement, and we are snowed in so deep… When the simple, has become a chore… We rightly cry out to you, “Enough! Stop it! Why me?”…
When the troubles come, and we struggle just to connect… When we yearn for movement, and we are snowed in so deep… When the simple, has become a chore… We rightly cry out to you, “Enough! Stop it! Why me?”…