Sing with me Tearing at the strings, guitar strapped to my back, I sing the words, that open up my soul. I have to write about this life,  all the horrors I have seen, play aloud the melodies, of the goodness in my dream. As I sing to you the stories,  share with me the sorrows, and sing with me the love, that could change tomorrows.     D. L. Shotwell Copyright 1997, 1998 D. L. (Brightbill) Shotwell  All rights reserved