I Turned My Pain Into Art And

We Barely Have Time To React In This World, Let Alone Rehearse.

I'd Rather Suffer The Consequences Of Truth Than Of Silence.

When Everything Else Seems Unclear, At Least I'll Know I Do It For The Joy It Brings.

And If There's Anything I Do It's Change And Grow. I'm Just A Living Being. Every Year Of My Life I Seem To Learn That Everything I Know Is Wrong.

Outside Sleep's Open Window, Between The Drops Of Rain, History Is Writing A Recipe Book For Every Earthly Pain.