Few People Ever Kill For The Right

It Hurts Every Day, The Absence Of Someone Who Was Once There.

Clouds Suit My Mood Just Fine.

The Boy Who Walks In The Light.

Day, The Boy From The Streets With Nothing Except The Clothes On His Back And The Earnestness In His Eyes, Owns My Heart. He Is Beauty, Inside And Out. He Is The Silver Lining In A World Of Darkness. He Is My Light.

Day, The Champion Of The People, The One Who Can't Bear To See Those Around Him Suffer On His Behalf, Who Would Gladly Give His Life For Those He Loves.