STASH
~ January 7 1988- March 16, 2000 ~
"Maybe God will finally teach him to wipe his feet."
Stash was a rather large, big, fat, lzy old cat that my mother procured through some situation I still don't know. He was only six weeks old when she got him, but he was forever a part of her life. My fondest memory of him, was one night when I was spending the night with my mom, shortly after she and my father had split up, and I was asleep on the couch. I woke up to scratching sounds, and peered over the back, to see a set of green eyes staring up at me. Scared out of my mind, I cried about monsters, and my mom came to my rescue.. And we found nothing. Once she'd gone back to bed, however, it returned. This time, however, I was armed with a flashlight.. which I clicked on, to find the little black kitten was crawling up the back of the couch, to try and join me in bed. Even though me and Stash never really got along, and I often claimed he got more attention then me, I still loved him.


I want wake each morning with you
For the rest of my life
I wanna feel your heart beating,
And just get lost in your eyes
You can tell me your secrets,
You can let me feel your pain
You can show me your weakness
And never be ashamed

Hold on to me when your world's turning cold
When it feels like your life is spinning out of control
You're hopin', Prayin', trying' so hard to believe
Hold onto me when there's no middle ground
And every emotion is coming unwound
And you don't know if you can hold on to your dreams
Baby, you can hold on to me

Wanna lay down each evening,
With you right here by my side
I wanna get drunk on your laughter,
And wipe all your tears when you cry
You can scare me with your darkness
You can blind me with your light
Throw your worries out the window
On your wildest night

Hold on to me when your world's turning cold
When it feels like your life is spinning out of control
You're hopin', Prayin', trying' so hard to believe
Hold onto me when there's no middle ground
And every emotion is coming unwound
And you don't know if you can hold on to your dreams
Baby, you can hold on to me

Hold onto me when there's no middle ground
And every emotion is coming unwound
And you don't know if you can hold on to your dreams
Baby, you can hold on
I said baby you can hold on
I said baby, you can hold on
To me
-- Hold On To Me
John Michael Montgomery


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