
One of
Char's best songs was written at what could very well have been midway through
her life. Then again, she thought she wouldn't live past 40.
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Music Accordian to Char. Did she ever tell you about the parade where they rode horseback, plaed the accordian -- blindfolded? |
Pianos and keyboard appeared in Char's numerous and diverse households. |
Midway through this hourney called my life
Looking up the road, looking back
I'd like to have some answers, but it's questions now
It's so hard to tell the fiction from the fact
Some say there is freedom, some say none
Some say stand up and fight, some say run
Some say there's a reason, some say not
Some say let it go, others keep what you have got
Some say we can live in love, some say hate
Some say we're out of time, that it's too late
Some say the golden age of man is about to be revealed
Some say we're demons in disguise or we're gods concealed
But midway through this journey called my life
Looking up the road, looking back
People they all tell me, you're half-way done
Surely seems to me I've just begun
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