Multi-genre singer/songwriter, previously with The Mediocres (Chicago, IL), Swimmer Monkey (Silicon Valley, CA), and currently "Clot 1" of The Garden Clots.
Into prevailing winds she strides
Underneath an ashen sky
All around a world on fire
Setting course for someplace higher
A privileged few have come to power
In the nation’s darkest hour
And while the wicked have control
Holding steadfast to her goal
(Two tramps, with singularly sinister faces
Sprang out, and were about to strike her with their bludgeons)
Raising arms for those who hurt
Stays resigned to do the work
While some would hope to turn back time
Keeps the future world in mind
They came to her town
Now she can’t put it down
(Dropping their weapons they fled
As if the very salvation of their souls depended on it)
Upon the backs of just a few
Risking all pursuing truth
A path of peace or one of flame
Both intend to do the same
