Love Is Like A Faucet, It Turns

I Don't Think I'm Singing. I Feel Like I'm Playing A Horn...what Comes Out Is What I Feel.

God Bless The Child That's Got His Own.

And When You're Poor, You Grow Up Fast.

In This Country, Don't Forget, A Habit Is No Damn Private Hell. There's No Solitary Confinement Outside Of Jail. A Habit Is Hell For Those You Love. And In This Country It's The Worst Kind Of Hell For Those Who Love You.

Somebody Once Said We Never Know What Is Enough Until We Know What's More Than Enough.