
And my dreams have all been changed by what is real
Will you write me dear
Only now as best friends
I’ll always wish, I’ll always wish you here

And my dreams have all been changed by what is real
Will you write me dear
Only now as best friends
I’ll always wish, I’ll always wish you here

Say my name
I need a little love to ease the pain
I need a little love to ease the pain

The crispness of the evening brought a rosy glow to your cheeks as we danced. I held you close, never wanting to let you go as the oaks surrounding us watched our rhythmic folly. Distant music filled the night and for a moment, ever so brief, all was right with the world, the only thing between us was the occasional fog of our warm breath.

“the words are ambiguous. To say a patient is getting over it after an operation for appendicitis is one thing; after he’s had his leg cut off is quite another. After that operation either the wounded stump heals or the man dies. If it heals, the fierce, continuous pain will stop. Presently he’ll get his strength back and be able to stump about on his wooden leg. He has ‘got over it.’ But he will probably have recurrent pains in the stump all his life, and perhaps pretty bad ones; and he will always be a one-legged man. There will be hardly any moment when he forgets it”

“….as the old man fell yet again, he raised his eyes to the peak and said, “keep throwing your rocks and loosening your dirt beneath my feet, I hear you laughing you mighty hill. But the moment is near when I will stand upon your summit and be closer to God than you.”…”