I rarely dive into the music wormhole. But tonight, for some reason I needed to hear these songs. Enter into my musical inner dialogue.

All make me cry.

“Oh, it’s a fragile thing
This life we lead
If I think too much I can get overwhelmed by the grace
By which we live our lives with death over our shoulders”

“But my father’s boat was second hand
One someone used before
And after every fishing trip
My father always swore
That someday he would save enough
To go to St. John’s town
And buy himself a big new boat
A boat like Gideon Brown”

“Then I was inspired
Now I’m sad and tired”

“Small words of encouragement
Small hours of the night
Small wonder you feed my discipline, you feed my twenty thousand reasons to fight
Small change in your pocket
Small victory songs
Small steps in the right direction make more sense than a thousand big ones in the wrong”