Davy Jones, come steal my soul.

I wrote a song today for the first time since October 2010.

This one might even see the light of day, unlike the majority of my “most recent” songs.

Amazing, how the body starts to reflect the heart. I’ve heard sadness never killed a man, but here I am, dying.

Heavy, sick, tired, homesick soul.

Last try. Better make it count.

We’re all just trying to make the trip home a little easier.

All of us are sore and tired, we’re seasick and sick of this sea. Tired of the waves throwing us around like we’re nothing.

But this voyage was never meant to be easy.

We’re all homesick and longing. We’re all exhausted and hungry. We are all, together, wanting to make the trip home a little easier. But it was never meant to be easy. So why are you fighting what will make you stronger?

I understand, but this voyage was never meant to be easy, and it never will be.