From my journal of December 17, 2011
The Sun comes up over Dream Mountain.
I tried to sing a sad song, but had forgotten the words.
So sang a Healing Song to take the pain away;
From a Heart place of Simplistic Song.
One that doesn't always follow the rules, working through a dark place to one of renewal.
The words came while walking through a dense cloud of grief.
But the Sun comes up over Dream Mountain, and the Healing Song is Sung.

When I am in Song my thoughts are Prayers.
When I am not, thoughts seem to be condemnations mostly of myself.