So Then I Though I'd Make Some

I Don't Want To Sit On The Sidelines And Not Value The Gift Of Being Here. Instead Of The Idea Of Time Ticking Away, The Grains Of Sand Running Out, I Try To Think Of Time As Giving Me Another Grain Of Sand, Another Gift. So Time Passing Is An Accumulation, Rather Than A Diminishing.

Hair Is Gray And The Firers Are Burning. So Many Dreams On The Shelf. You Say I Wanted You To Be Proud Of Me. I Always Wanted That Myself.

God Sometimes You Just Don't Come Through, Do You Need A Woman To Look After You?

It's About Realizing, Painfully, You've Kept That Voice Inside Yourself, Locked Away From Even Yourself. And You Step Back And See That Your Jailer Has Changed Faces. You Realize You've Become Your Own Jailer.

Sometimes I Hear My Voice And It's Been Here, Silent All These Years