Cold as the northern winds In December mornings, Cold is the cry that rings From this far distant shore. Winter has come too late Too close beside me. How can I chase away All these fears deep inside? I'll wait the signs to come. I'll find a way I will wait the time to come. I'll find a way home. My light shall be the moon And my path - the ocean. My guide the morning star As I sail home to you. I'll wait the signs to come. I'll find a way I will wait the time to come. I'll find a way home. Who then can warm my soul? Who can quell my passion? Out of these dreams - a boat I will sail home to you. For my Dad: You taught me how to ride a bike, play soccer, and as soon as I got my first boyfriend you taught me how to box.You always said how proud of me you were, even though you thought I was far too headstrong and idependant. You always understood me more than anyone, always cuddled me when I was sad. Sometimes I thought you were overprotective, and stubborn. Sometimes I didn't understand what you meant, sometimes I was certain that you didn't know best. But you always did, and everything you said you said because you loved me. I miss you dad, and even though I refused to be called it past the age of seven, i'll always be daddy's girl.

My all time favorite actress.