I Feel It Right Down In My

The People Who Come To Me Are The People Who Are Meant To Come To Me.

Death Is There To Keep Us Honest And Constantly Remind Us We Are Free.

The Dogs, And Home, Privacy Is My Constant.

Lessons Learned Are Like Bridges Burned You Only Need To Cross Them But Once. Is The Knowledge Gained Worth The Price Of The Pain, Are The Spoils Worth The Cost Of The Hunt?

When You Are Not Near Me, I Make The Sound Of One Hand Clapping.