The Phrasing Didn't Work As Well.

You Know, Life Is What You Make Of It- So Beautiful Or So What.

And A Rock Feels No Pain; And An Island Never Cries.

I Have My Books And My Poetry To Protect Me; I Am Shielded In My Armor, Hiding In My Room, Safe Within My Womb. I Touch No One And No One Touches Me. I Am A Rock, I Am An Island.

The Death Penalty Is Reserved For People Who Do Not

Serious Numbers Will Speak To Us Always.