Is It My Fault If I Do

So When I Say That I Am A Refugee, You Must Understand That There Is No Refuge.

I Was Carrying Two Cargoes. Yes, One Of Them Was Horror, But The Other One Was Hope.

I Do Think It Is Harder To Acknowledge Our Strengths, Or To Forgive Ourselves And Each Other For Our Shortcomings, When There Has Not Been A Result We Can All Agree On. And It Is Certainly Impossible To Imagine Forgiving The Enemy While Their Animus Remains Undefeated. Yet War Doesn't End With Armistice, It Only Ends With Forgiveness And Reconciliation.

You Travel Here And You Travel There, Trying To Get Out From Under The Cloud, And Nothing Works, And Then One Day You Realize You've Been Carrying The Weather Around With You.

That Is The Trouble With Happiness-all Of It Is Built On Top Of Something That Men Want.