It’s in the dead of winter
When the sounds of life get muffled
beneath all that brightly speckled snow
That I remember what it felt like
To reach beyond myself
And find you there…
It’s in the dead of winter
When the sounds of life get muffled
beneath all that brightly speckled snow
That I remember what it felt like
To reach beyond myself
And find you there…
Last edited by Julie Kenward; 01-13-2010 at 02:21 PM.