I Had An Occasional Flash Of Understanding,

Crying Can Bring Relief, As Long As You Don't Cry Alone.

I Soothe My Conscience Now With The Thought That It Is Better For Hard Words To Be On Paper Than That Mummy Should Carry Them In Her Heart.

And Finally I Twist My Heart Round Again, So That The Bad Is On The Outside And The Good Is On The Inside, And Keep On Trying To Find A Way Of Becoming What I Would So Like To Be, And Could Be, If There Weren't Any Other People Living In The World.

The Best Remedy For Those Who Are Afraid, Lonely Or Unhappy Is To Go Outside

Let's Not Talk About It Any More, But If You Still Want Anything Please Write To Me About It, Because I Can Say What I Mean Much Better On Paper.