On the corner, traced like I saw.
I feel reminders punching as I think more.
The line the limit this close don't start
Close eyes on this face. where is my heart.
Run, like there is no time, like lights have gone out, like deaths at the door.
Reach, like you could explode , push on through the fire, breath in your last air.
Michelle Stodart’s folk music captures hope in melancholy, addressing the transformational aspects of the most challenging times. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2023