A Spark Can Set A Whole Forest

Magic Persists Without Us No Matter What We May Do To Try To Spoil It

Angels, We Have Grown Apart.

There Would Never Be A Way For Me To Live Comfortably With People. Maybe I'd Become A Monk. I'd Pretend To Believe In God And Live In A Cubicle, Play An Organ And Stay Drunk On Wine.

The Park Grass Looked Greener, The Park Benches Looked Better And The Flowers Were Trying Harder.

My Part Of The Game Is That I Must Live The Best I Can.