It Was Sad, The Imbalance Of It

There Are Two Stories For Every Life; The One You Live & The One Others Tell

Love Is How You Stay Alive, Even After You Are Gone.

When Death Takes Your Mother, It Steals That Word Forever.

Sometimes When You Sacrifice Something Precious, You're Not Really Losing It. You're Just Passing It On To Someone Else.

And In That Line Now Was A Whiskered Old Man, With A Linen Cap And A Crooked Nose, Who Waited In A Place Called The Stardust Band Shell To Share His Part Of The Secret Of Heaven: That Each Affects The Other And The Other Affects The Next, And The World Is Full Of Stories, But The Stories Are All One.