THE JOURNEY : When Barb died, it was like a light went out. I remember feeling like every cell in my body was drained of energy. Lifeless, non-emotional, cold, and hopeless. The only thing I can compare it to is the marionette puppet hanging in my closet as a kid. The form was there but nothing was working.

YOU ARE

YOU ARE MY LIGHT
YOU ARE MY SOUL
YOU ARE ME

YOU ARE RIGHT
YOU ARE WRONG
YOU ARE ME

YOU ARE LOVE
YOU ARE FEAR
YOU ARE ME

YOU ARE EVERTHING
YOU ARE NOTHING
YOU ARE ME


YOU ARE MY LIGHT
YOU ARE MY SOUL
YOU ARE ME