I lay awake in my cluster of sleeping campers for hours feeling bad and sad.I said a little prayer for the Natives that used to live here.

I am the moon  whose eye is winking I am the stars  whose hearts are blinking...

If I were to write a song should I make it short or long? Should I write for them or me? Which one stamps my pedigree?

Farewell my life and all that’s been, May you live on and on again . . .