Suppose You Were The Last One Left?

Then They Set Out Along The Blacktop In The Gunmetal Light, Shuffling Through The Ash, Each The Other's World Entire.

In History There Are No Control Groups. There Is No One To Tell Us What Might Have Been. We Weep Over The Might Have Been, But There Is No Might Have Been. There Never Was.

Goodness Will Find The Little Boy. It Always Has. It Will Again.

What Would You Do If I Died? If You Died I Would Want To Die Too. So You Could Be With Me? Yes. So I Could Be With You. Okay.

I Look For The Words, Professor. I Look For The Words Because I Believe That The Words Is The Way To Your Heart.