I'm In Love With Hope.

What About A Man Who Sits Down To Wonder Why Life Has Cheated Him? Thinks About His Situation Hangs His Head And Cries Will We Pretend, His Problems Don't Exist? He's Reaching Out For Help-will We Selfishly Resist? What About Your Brother? He's Crying What About Your Brother? He's Dying What About Your Brother?

We All Know How To Be A Child. It's Inside All Of Us. For Me, It's Just Remembering How To Enjoy It.

The Story Of My Recent Life.' I Like That Phrase. It Makes More Sense Than 'the Story Of My Life', Because We Get So Many Lives Between Birth And Death. A Life To Be A Child. A Life To Come Of Age. A Life To Wander, To Settle, To Fall In Love, To Parent, To Test Our Promise, To Realize Our Mortality- And In Some Lucky Cases, To Do Something After That Realization.

We Do Not Realize The Sound The World Makes -- Unless, Of Course, It Comes To A Stop. Then, When It Starts, It Sounds Like An Orchestra.

That's What Heaven Is. You Get To Make Sense Of Your Yesterdays