A Star Dies In Heaven Every Time

Black Isn't Beautiful And It Isn't Ugly - Black Is! It's Not Kinky Hair And It's Not Straight Hair - It Just Is.

A Star Dies In Heaven Every Time You Snatch Away Someone's Dream.

Life Is Accepting What Is And Working From That.

The Music In His Laughter Had A Way Of Rounding Off The Missing Notes In Her Soul.

Why Do I Write? The Truth, The Unvarnished Truth, Is That I Haven't A Clue.