Attack of the Killer Tears

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I was born on the cold side of the mountain
I wanna wake up on the warm side of the bed
How I start here
And how I end there
That is the part I ain't worked out yet

Every day I climb a little bit higher
Every night I learn something new
I'm writing it down
In case I forget
One day it'll be my story for you

On every page you will know how much I love you
In every line you will see how much I care
With every word we'll grow a little closer
Even though we both know I can't be there
That's why I'm writing it down down down down down
Oh I'm writing it down
For you and for me
And for the whole wide world to read
Oh I'm writing it down

All my life I've been hoping and praying
For my time to finally arrive
To put down this pen
To say it's the end
And wake up back home with you by my side

I was born on the cold side of the mountain
I wanna wake up on the warm side of the bed
How I start here
And how I end there
That is the part I ain't worked out yet

-Uncle Kracker

There are times when I'm not so sure my heart has atrophied after all. Like when I'm sitting at my desk listening to my iPod and the lyrics of a song pierce through me like a dagger. Tears spring to my eyes and for just a second I wallow in the exquisiteness of the moment.

In this particular case I think he's also speaking in part for all journallers, which is nice. It's sort of like an anthem.