Time Doesn't Heal Scars As Most People

If You Hold A Bird Too Tightly, You'll Crush Its Wings

I Wish The Night Would End, I Wish The Day'd Begin, I Wish It Would Rain Or Snow, Or The Wind Would Blow, Or The Grass Would Grow, I Wish I Had Yesterday, I Wish There Were Games To Play.

Tragedy Had Sent Me Headlong Into Reality. All The Things I Had Seen Before Now Looked Different, Even Nature.

At The End Of The Rainbow Waited The Pot Of Gold. But Rainbows Were Made Of Faint And Fragile Gossamer-and Gold Weighed A Ton-and Since The World Began, Gold Was The Reason To Do Most Anything.

I Saw Myself Dancing Alone, Always Alone.