And so, we all went back to our lives alone. Still, we dreamed and saw the beauty surrounding us. Still, the sun was pushing through the fog.

Love entered our lives. It was and always is deadly serious.

Our history was held in objects and places. We didn't realize as children that we were standing amongst the ashes of the loves of our ancestors. Still, we knew back then that love was possible and that we'd all move mountains for it.

There was a decision to be made to join our passions for each other and make a go of it, or go back to our simple lives.

So, I realized that there are so many songs with the name Caroline in them, and I wanted one of my own. It's pretty simple and stripped down.

An Irish slow air played on a Sindt A pennywhistle

*Irish Whistle* by Lisa D http://alonetone.com/lisad

Having a lil fun with one. Changed the melody up a bit and removed the horn sections at the end.