Down The Ancient Corridors Through The Gates

I Hate The Road So Much. I Almost Go Into A Cocoon With My Own People Out There.

One Road Was Simple Acceptance Of Life, The Other Road Offered Sweet Peace. When I Made My Decision, My Vision Became My Release.

Storybook Endings Never Appear. They're Just 'someone's' Way Of Leading Us Here.

If Someone Criticizes My Child It's Gonna Hurt Me A Little Bit, But It's My Child, You Know, And I Love It Regardless.

I Was Blessed With A Gift. It's A Gift And A Curse. It Never Ends