Does It Make You Feel Big To

Most Of Us Only Find Our Own Voices After We've Sounded Like A Lot Of Other People.

I'm Never Quite Sure If I'm Me When I'm Dressed Up.

When You Reach The Little House, The Place Your Journey Started, You Will Recognize It, Although It Will Seem Much Smaller Than You Remember. Walk Up The Path, And Through The Garden Gate You Never Saw Before But Once. And Then Go Home. Or Make A Home. And Rest.

Let Her Tell Stories And Dance In The Rain, Somersault, Tumble And Run, Her Joys Must Be High As Her Sorrows Are Deep, Let Her Grow Like A Weed In The Sun.

You See, The Outcome Of The Battle Is Unimportant. What Matters Is The Chaos, And The Slaughter.