Love Heals All Wounds And Not Just

I've Already Created My Own Thing.

Time To Write And Sing, To Laugh, To Listen, To Discover, To Cry, To Love Music.

Love Is Not A Victory March, It's A Cold And It's A Broken Hallelujah.

Grace Is What Matters. In Anything. Especially Life, Especially Growth, Tragedy, Pain, Love, Death. About People, That's What Matters. That's A Quality I Admire Very Greatly. It Keeps You From Reaching For The Gun Too Quickly; It Keeps You From Destroying Things Too Foolishly; It Sort Of Keeps You Alive And Keeps You Open For More Understanding.

Words Are Beautiful But Restricted. They're Very Masculine, With A Compact Frame. But Voice Is Over The Dark, The Place Where There's Nothing To Hang On: It Comes From A Part Of Yourself That Simply Knows, Expresses Itself, And Is.