FREEDOM

After three weeks of being stuck in a pit, I finally have my nights back from playing for Dordt's musical. WHEW! Now begins the painful process of getting all of the songs stuck in my head OUT. It'll be a few weeks but soon the Secret Garden will be a distant memory.

High on a hill sits a big old house with something wrong inside it I heard someone crying who though could it be maybe it is someone who could bring the tee and come find me when a thing is wick it has a life inside it she has her eyes she has my Lilly's hazel eyes those eyes that saw me happy long ago race you to the top of the morning come sit on my shoulders and ride come to my garden.

Heaven help me!