Singing Is A Way Of Escaping. It's

Singing Is A Way Of Escaping. It's Another World. I'm No Longer On Earth.

I'd Like To See One Person - Just One - Who Would Own Up To Having Been A Coward.

I Was Hungry. I Was Cold. But I Was Also Free. Free Not To Get Up In The Morning, Not To Go To Bed At Night, Free To Get Drunk If I Liked, To Dream... To Hope.

I've Always Wanted To Sing, Just As I've Always Known That One Day I Would Have My Own Niche In The Annals Of Song. It Was A Feeling I Had.

I Can Die Now. I've Lived Twice.