Something I wrote in like 2005.  It was never finished, and this only illustrates why I don't sing.  One stanza, one chorus.  Basic premise.  That's it.

Shoulder

There Are Butterflies

Cry My Soul

For You

Holding

I would pour my heart

Let me be the caretaker

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Sailing the hurricane

From my upcoming book, "Saint Horz".  Chapter D - Over the Mountain where the Saint, under armed guard travels across Tibet to visit with the Dali Lama, but must first deal with the mountain protector.

Over The Mountain

Chapter 3 from Saint Horz the Stone Saint where the Saint is approached by followers whom have come to believe in his teachings and rejects them.

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