When I Was a Child... a Lyric for Life: Journal for a Songwriter
Born into All Hallows. Wishing on a star of more than Just because. So why you tell me All my saints, they don't exist But your Jesus does? When I was a child, life was full of wonder and magic held fast by a child's imagination and not by what they may have seen or heard. Then it was time to put away childish things in favour of a set of rules that should have defined but merely complicated. The song lyrics in this book strive to accomplish two things. One, explore the wisdom of all such childish notions through the eyes of the forgotten child in all of us and two, fuel a series of fictional books with one already lurking... somewhere in cyber-land.
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