Love Is Still A Simple Act Of

I Thought Love Was More Or Less A Giving Thing. Seems The More I Gave, The Less I Got.

My Peers Accept Me And Respect Me, And That's Enough.

Then Come And As We Lay, Beside This Sleepy Glade, There I Will Sing To You My Longfellow Serenade.

I'm Lucky. Hard Work Is The Key, But Luck Plays A Part.

You Like To Think That It's Something You Created, But Secretly You Know That You Had Some Kind Of Help, Or Somebody Gave This To You.