I Don't Have Dreams. How Can I

The Lovers, Appearing Happy, Walk, Holding Hands. Though It Appears Everything Is Perfect, Only They Know The Truth.

Surely, No One Hoped For So Many Things. Hold The Flowers Close To Your Heart; They May Someday Bloom.

Music Is My Life, If I Am Without Music Or If I Can't Sing Any More, I Die, I'm Nothing... Because Music Is Everything.

It Was Not Coincidental That We Chose What's Left If The Universe Has A Will I Think We Are Part Of It Tender And Precious How Many Times Have I Searched For Something Found And Lost It Since Then?

When I Lost My Way, And When The Road Was Too Long, I Was Muttering To Myself. Life Is Just That Way.