I Love The Subtlety And Tonal Range

Wealthy The Spirit That Knows Its Own Flight. Stealthy The Hunter Who Slays His Own Fright. Blessed The Traveler Who Journeys The Length Of The Light

He Earned His Love Through Discipline, A Thundering Velvet Hand, His Gentle Means Of Sculpting Souls Took Me Years To Understand.

If Someone Criticizes My Child It's Gonna Hurt Me A Little Bit, But It's My Child, You Know, And I Love It Regardless.

Too Many Hearts Have Been Broken, Failing To Trust What They Feel.

I Feel It Right Down In My Stomach When I'm In Touch With Something. I Don't Know What It Is.