This was particularly meaningful to me from Sarah Jarosz' album World on the Ground from this past year.
Written by a 28 year old, but the feeling is so completely right for me with many more years of life experience.
What makes a life complete?
Roads traveled and the people you meet?
Or is just the silence of the times in between?
Written by a 28 year old, but the feeling is so completely right for me with many more years of life experience.