She Had Bullets In Her Eyes And

Sometimes The Silence Can Be Like Thunder.

I Once Loved A Girl, Her Skin It Was Bronze With The Innocence Of A Lamb, She Was Gentle Like A Fawn I Courted Her Proudly But Now She Is Gone Gone As The Season She's Taken

How Does It Feel, How Does It Feel To Be Without A Home, Like A Complete Unknown, Like A Rolling Stone.

I Heard The Tongues Of Angels And The Tongues Of Men And It All Sounded No Different To Me.

Some People Are Called To Be A Good Sailor. Some People Have A Calling To Be A Good Tiller Of The Land. Some People Are Called To Be A Good Friend. You Have To Be The Best At Whatever You Are Called At. Whatever You Do. You Ought To Be The Best At It – Highly Skilled. It's About Confidence, Not Arrogance. You Have To Know That You're The Best Whether Anybody Else Tells You That Or Not. And That You'll Be Around, In One Way Or Another, Longer Than Anybody Else. Somewhere Inside Of You, You Have To Believe That.