I Was Raised In A Household Where

We'll Fight, Not Out Of Spite For Someone Must Stand Up For What's Right 'cause Where There's A Man Who Has No Voice There Ours Shall Go Singing My Hands Are Small I Know But They're Not Yours, They Are My Own But They're Not Yours, They Are My Own I Am Never Broken In The End Only Kindness Matters In The End Only Kindness Matters

Dreams Last So Long, Even After You're Gone

It's Been Too Many Nights Of Being With To Now Be Suddenly Without.

For Now I'm Just Enjoying Being A Mom. I Don't Want To Be More Famous And More Rich. I Want To Be A Good Mom.

In Silence You Hear Who You Are Becoming. You Create Yourself.