I Don't Think You Should Die Until

And When It Comes, Her Kiss Is Like Something Not So Much Felt As Found.

There In The City's Steam-and-smoke-smudged Harbor Is The Most Extraordinary Sight Of All: A Great Copper-clad Lady With A Torch In One Hand And A Book In The Other. It Is Not A Statesman Or A God Or A War Hero Who Welcomes Us To This New World. It Is But An Ordinary Woman Lighting The Way- A Lady Offering Us The Liberty To Pursue Our Dreams If We've The Courage To Begin.

In Every End, There Is Also A Beginning.

I Love You For Who You Are, Not Who The World Thinks You Should Be.

Did God Ever Cry Over His Lost Angel, I Wonder?