Prosperity, prosperity, searching my whole life for prosperity. My cat found his on a wooden deck, a plank walk to the water's edge somewhere in South Carolina with the name of this song. For a nobody, that is something. . . to write, rehearse, and record a song someone actually listens to. . . oh my, how cool is that? I told my family to bury me with a flash drive of my songs so that I can search out the voices I hear yet cannot duplicate with my baritone. Maybe, there's a welcoming spirit or two, maybe seven angels to sing a chord, or as it is now, just me. Regardless, music is in me, as are words, as are notes, and maybe a tone or two which has no classification, certainly not music, maybe just noise. From the bottom of my heart - Thank You! Thank-you