When Hands Are Joined, No One Can

I Will Find A Way To You If It Kills Me If It Kills Me If It Kills Me (i Think It Might Kill Me).

I'm Dreaming Of Sleeping Next To You And Feeling Like A Lost Little Boy In A Brand New Town I'm Counting My Sheep And Each One That Passes Is Another Dream To Ashes And They All Fall Down. - Sleeping To Dream

Music Was Always The Distraction, So It Was The Obvious Choice To Pursue. My Dad Always Said To Find A Job I Love To Do, That Way It Wouldn't Feel Like A Job. So I Did That.

If You Got The Poison, I've Got The Remedy.

I Hope Everyone Wakes Up And Appreciates Life.