Oh God, hold me now
Oh Lord, hold me now
There's no other man who could raise the dead
So do what you can to anoint my head

Oh God, where are you now?
Oh Lord, say somehow
The devil is hard on my face again
The world is a hundred to one again

Would the righteous still remain?
Would my body stay the same?

Oh God, hold me now
Oh God, touch me now
There's no other man who could save the dead
There's no other God to place our head

Would the righteous still remain?
Would my body stay the same?

There's no other man who could raise the dead
So do what you can to anoint my head

Oh God, hold me now
Oh Lord, touch me now

the fiddlehead fern

i'm looking into opening a tea room and a "itty bitty bakery"
I will name it the fiddlehead fern
it will have teapots from hundreds of years ago. the walls will be a pretty purple and a sage-e green. i will have 3 birds in beautiful cages that will play the music for our guest. there will be trees and ferns and mushrooms painted on the wall. it will feel as though you are in an enchanted forest. you will be able to step out of life while you drink your tea- you can believe in fairies and unicorns while you eat your scone.
it will be a mystical place.

canada

we want to move to nova scotia.
we want to live off the land.