This story is a poem sent to me by Lesley Sawyer from a blog on her MySpace site and I put it to music and am posting it so she can hear it and maybe see if it's alright. We don't know who wrote the poem. If anybody does please tell me. j mt

turning point #1 lyrics: It was spring time, or their time depending on which one you asked how much it mattered to two birds flying away from the cold. She sang and he'd swing, together a flight all their own on wings she swore were made…

lyrics: The silence sometimes is all you have to say and I believe it, and you and everything surrounding the skin beneath your eyes Time's without a shield or an attack against the sight of a lifetime that was burning you by And I may…

this song makes me think of a splintered piece of wood. lyrics: It's a cold day out, the kind where you think you're missing the longer days with the sun beating on your face but you're beside me and I think the cold was a gift to lead…

Turning point #2. The storm clears and though there is an endless blue above, clouds will forever be a part of the sky.

An ambulance ride through the poor side of town; a delivery of self and social status lyrics: The outside was a barren wasteland; dilapidated houses garbage on the ground And the buildings' aging faces echoed the sirens and her pain across…

a state of denial/hope lyrics: I don't care what bad boys say with their little white lies to keep themselves safe drown themselves in fermentations all good girls go to heaven I don't care what bad boys say with their little white…

clarity during a swift beginning is a mirage yet unknown lyrics: Momma, you've got to see this man I've found clean cut, honest, and so handsome We're thinkin' 'bout pickin' up and movin' on he'll get a job where we'll go and he'll make…