Cold ... so Cold

I've tried so hard my dear to show

That you're my every dream

Yet you're afraid each thing I do

Is just some evil scheme

A memory from your lonesome past

Keeps us so far apart

Why can't I free your doubtful mind

And melt your cold cold heart

Another love before my time

Made your heart sad an' blue

And so my heart is paying now

For things I didn't do

Norah Jones

Tuchuk

My crown is in my heart, not on my head, Nor decked with diamonds and Indian stones, Nor to be seen: My crown is called content: A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy.
Shakespeare, William

So when does it happen that you become what you are meant to be?

I am Tuchuk

and together We are Tuchuk

There is not one Tuchuk and two Tuchuk .. we are all Tuchuk.

We stand together as a whole with as many different parts as there are hearts. Change takes a day and another day and it take speaking and continuing to speak and those that do not listen .. do not listen but those that do become part of the voice. And when the voice speaks as one it is the roar of thunder heard across the plains deafening all.