A Song For Your Heart....

I'm sitting here by the light of the Christmas tree watching the town plow the road out in front of my house. I have the next 2 weeks off of school, tomorrow all my brothers are coming over to celebrate Christmas and I finished the sweater-coat for my little neighbor today while watching Harry Potter with Ms. Thang (long overdue if you're a regular reader, I know). I should be happy, but I have this heavy sadness that is just weighing me down lately like a boulder. It's not depression, it's just life. My grandmother is dying. Tomorrow is the 2 year anniversary of my nephew's death. My SIL lost her grandmother this week and won't be coming tomorrow, and my brother is brokenhearted over having to send her to NY without him as he had to stay and take a final for his Master's course. I haven't spoken to my mom since August except for 5 minutes the other day, and I'm not ready yet. I'm still very upset, which I didn't realize until she called and I am ashamed to say I was glad that after 5 minutes I was entering a dead zone and had to let her go (she called my cell). I feel like my list of "suck" is just so long right now.. I could go on and on, but really, do you want to hear about it all? Me either. So instead I'll leave you with the song that is playing on my iTunes. It started right as I was about to type up this post, and now I can't see for the tears... and I'm going to go to bed.


Trouble is her only friend, and he's back again
Makes her body older than it really is
And she says it's high time she went away,
No one's got much to say in this town
Trouble is the only way is down, down down

As strong as you were, tender you go
I'm watching you breathing, for the last time
A song for your heart, but when it is quiet
I know what it means and I'll carry you home,
I'll carry you home.

If she had wings she would fly away
And another day God will give her some
Trouble is the only way is down, down down.

As strong as you were, tender you go
I'm watching you breathing, for the last time
A song for your heart, but when it is quiet
I know what it means and I'll carry you home,
I'll carry you home.

And they were all born pretty in New York City tonight
And someone's little girl was taken from the world tonight
Under the stars and stripes

As strong as you were, tender you go
I'm watching you breathing, for the last time
A song for your heart, but when it is quiet
I know what it means and I'll carry you home,
I'll carry you home. (X2)