Endlich / Finally Land Schnee / Snow Wille / Will Wind Winter
It'll work, if God, wind, leads, ice, snow, and all the hells of this damned frozen land are willing.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Only a generation of readers will span a generation of writers.
I'm a fairly undisciplined writer.
I've finally learned to love my voice for its uniqueness.
I don't care how small the game. I want to win.
I know already the music I will write. But the words? I have not yet decided.
I wasn't born into land or titles, or new money, or an oil rig.
I wanted to write a happy song. I didn't know how.
