Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...

That dip in the road- that sends your belly to your throat... that's how it feels when you kiss me.

...and should I die in her care, I would leave smiling because, I will linger in the hills beside her...

Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless.

If we change our thoughts from 'it's too late' to, 'there's still hope', we might see some change in the world.

No matter what, we have to keep moving forward, even if we have to crawl.