When I Hold You In My Arms

I Always Was A Rebel...but On The Other Hand, I Wanted To Be Loved And Accepted...and Not Just Be A Loudmouth, Lunatic, Poet, Musician. But I Cannot Be What I Am Not.

I've Been Baking Bread And Looking After The Baby...everyone Else Who Has Asked Me That Question Over The Last Few Years Says. 'but What Else Have You Been Doing?' To Which I Say, 'are You Kidding?' Because Bread And Babies, As Every Housewife Knows, Is A Full-time Job. After I Made The Loaves [of Bread,] I Felt Like I Had Conquered Something. But As I Watched The Bread Being Eaten, I Thought, Well, Jesus, Don't I Get A Gold Record Or Knighted Or Nothing?

When You're Thirty-five, You Can't Take As Much Booze ... And I Always Got A Little Violent On Drink...so It Was Kind Of Self-destructive Suicide Side Of Me, Which Is Resolving Itself For The Better, I Believe, Because I Never Enjoyed It.

From This Moment On I Know Exactly Where My Life Will Go: Seems That All I Really Was Doing Was Waiting For Love.

Limitless Undying Love Which Shines Around Me Like A Million Suns It Calls Me On And On Across The Universe.