betsyblue: days past
betsyblue: heading for the finish line
betsyblue: cheering
betsyblue: We couldn't all be cowboys / So some of us are clowns
betsyblue: Oh, come to the church by the wildwood
betsyblue: light in the storm
betsyblue: friends
betsyblue: my firstborn
betsyblue: poetry
betsyblue: which is infinite, which is yes
betsyblue: into the woods
betsyblue: If I live the life I'm given, I won't be scared to die
betsyblue: I'm still waiting patiently
betsyblue: while he plays
betsyblue: forgotten
betsyblue: Split Rock Lighthouse
betsyblue: mosaic of colour
betsyblue: May I have this dance
betsyblue: in front of the falls
betsyblue: watching
betsyblue: of pink and blue and purple
betsyblue: out of the woods
betsyblue: off for a walk
betsyblue: countless