It's so cold outside tonight
And I go out to say my peace
Pray my personally written prayers
And my superstitions force me
To surround myself with sea salt
And I have no idea if I'm doing this right
But I'll keep on begging to the sky
In hopes that someone's listening
Keep on wrapping your picture with ribbon
And taking it off when I become afraid
That I could be causing your sickness
And I'll light up all my candles
For whatever purpose they may serve
And I'm running out of sandalwood incense
But I'll settle for lavender this thyme
I'm just a little wombyn
Looking to the sky
Begging to the sky
Taking to the sky
So just watch me fly

I hope...

01/09/2000

Author's Note: nothing says lovin'...

Posted on 10/26/2004
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