For the Record – The Album

Feel My Blues

The Trauma Lives for Years

All We Know

When the fight is all we know, when being still’s a struggle all it’s own, when there’s no more room to grow, in this battle all alone, ‘cause we don’t care to know,

what’s truth and what’s a lie, when we’re just getting by, can’t find the time for what is wrong and what is right – it is all part of the fight, all part of the fight.

Dirty thoughts and a patient heart, can do my time but won’t do my part, and you’re embracing me, but I can’t face the things that keep you from replacing me.

Little ones, treat yourself tenderly, for time is not a friend you see, what is real is what is free.