Where words fail, music speaks

I’ve posted this song on MS at least twice, but the lyrics are still so salient and vital to my recovery process. The first time I heard it, I was driving in the middle of the night in the summer of 1996. The Miami station was fading out as I crossed the Everglades. My traveling companions remained asleep even as I turned up the volume on the radio.

I also remember hearing it through my earbuds as I began a grueling climb on the first day of a week-long solo hike through the Smoky Mountains in 2013. The words meant even more then. To this day, I credit the song with helping to frame my thoughts on what happened to me back at summer camp. This song helped to clear the logjam.

 
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