
Spring. The time of new life. The season for rain and tender shoots to burst through the soil towards the warmth of the sun. Sometimes on those cold, wet, cloudy days and nights, it seems that the sun is so far away. We wait and watch through windows blotted with water droplets. We see the pine trees cry cool, clear tears while they shiver and endure. Everything awaits warmth. Our lives are no different.
"Every song that I write comes from my own personal experience. i believe the role of an artist is to interpret reality through a system of beliefs and a long-term seeking of truth, in your own life and in the world at large." Dan Folgelberg
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