Slowly, Desolately, The Fist Of What We'd

For This Is What We Do. Put One Foot Forward And Then The Other. Lift Our Eyes To The Snarl And Smile Of The World Once More. Think. Act. Feel. Add Our Little Consequence To The Tides Of Good And Evil That Flood And Drain The World. Drag Our Shadowed Crosses Into The Hope Of Another Night. Push Our Brave Hearts Into The Promise Of A New Day. With Love; The Passionate Search For Truth Other Than Our Own. With Longing; The Pure, Ineffable Yearning To Be Saved. For So Long As Fate Keeps Waiting, We Live On.

Fate Gives All Of Us Three Teachers, Three Friends, Three Enemies, And Three Great Loves In Our Lives. But These Twelve Are Always Disguised, And We Can Never Know Which One Is Which Until We’ve Loved Them, Left Them, Or Fought Them.

If You Could Be Happy, Really Happy, For Just A While, But You Knew From The Start That It Would End In Sadness, And Bring Pain Afterwards, Would You Choose To Have That Happiness Or Would You Avoid It?

And Money, If The Pile Gets High Enough, Is Something Like A Big Political Party: It Does As Much Harm As It Does Good, It Puts Too Much Power In Too Few Hands, And The Closer You Come To It The Dirtier You Get.

Sometimes We Love With Nothing More Than Hope. Sometimes We Cry With Everything Except Tears. In The End That’s All There Is: Love And Its Duty, Sorrow And Its Truth. In The End That’s All We Have - To Hold On Tight Until The Dawn