I Wanted To Pay Tribute To My

Why Must I Be Lonely In Love?

The Meanings Get Lost And The Teachings Get Tossed And You Don't Know What You're Going To Do Next.

If Someone Criticizes My Child It's Gonna Hurt Me A Little Bit, But It's My Child, You Know, And I Love It Regardless.

Through The Years As The Fire Starts To Mellow, Burning Lines In The Book Of Our Lives. Though The Binding Cracks And The Pages Start To Yellow, I'll Be In Love With You.

I'm A Child Of The Woods. I Have That Sort Of Sensibility.