Now The Wren Has Gone To Roost

You Have To Believe In Yourself Before Anybody Else Believes In You.

Well It's The Hurt I Hide That Fuels The Fires Inside Me

I Never Learned To Count My Blessings I Choose Instead To Dwell In My Disasters

When I Pick Up The Guitar, It's A Melody, And That's What Drives The Lyrics. It's Bits And Pieces Of Truth, But It Is Storytelling.

I Refused Then Like I Do Now To Let Anybody Tie Me Down