SINGER: Mineral

SONG:Sounds Like Sunday

Time doesn't always heal: it just breathes and swallows memories like the
seasons change - sending showers; beating flowers into the mud. and nothing is
forever in this place. nothing but the way my heart fits in your hands; the
held breath of hope; and the sweet lingering taste of grace. ("how blessed we
are for crying now, for we will laugh someday…and how.")