Today is the anniversary of the death of my grandmother who I never knew. I don't mean to be morbid. I only mention it because I always think about her on April 23rd because I've always been curious about her. I think something about her being my mother's mother makes it even more fascinating to me. I've never felt like I had much in common with my father's mother, but because I've become like my mother in so many ways, over the years, I always wonder what it would have been like to know her mom. Anyway, it's just on my mind.
your ship may be comin' in
you're weak but not givin' in
to the cries and the wails of the valley below
and your ship may be comin' in
you're weak but not givin in
and you'll fight it, you'll go out fightin' all of 'em