The shadows from the trees, are shining through the dirty windows of this car; like pulsating dreams, they know exactly what it means to carry on; oh then, it occurred to me, -you would never be, all that far... from my heart. ~Yours Truly ๐
I write music, itโs another passion of mine. Of all my songs, this was written especially for my daughter. I dedicate this picture to her. To all of our memories traveling together, the beautiful drives in the fall, scary rides in the winter, beautiful summer expeditions, and of course the 1st day of spring, that reassured both of us the gift of life... her birthday. She is my rock, my world and my love for her is deeper than anyone could ever imagine.
The shadows from the trees, are shining through the dirty windows of this car; like pulsating dreams, they know exactly what it means to carry on; oh then, it occurred to me, -you would never be, all that far... from my heart. ~Yours Truly ๐
I write music, itโs another passion of mine. Of all my songs, this was written especially for my daughter. I dedicate this picture to her. To all of our memories traveling together, the beautiful drives in the fall, scary rides in the winter, beautiful summer expeditions, and of course the 1st day of spring, that reassured both of us the gift of life... her birthday. She is my rock, my world and my love for her is deeper than anyone could ever imagine.