The Sweet Love Between The Moon And

My Nature Just Changes.

All I'm Writing Is Just What I Feel, That's All. I Just Keep It Almost Naked. And Probably The Words Are So Bland.

My Own Thing Is In My Head. I Hear Sounds And If I Don't Get Them Together Nobody Else Will.

In Order To Change The World, You Have To Get Your Head Together First.

Will The Wind Ever Remember The Names It Has Blown In The Past? And With Its Crutch, Its Old Age, And Its Wisdom, It Whispers No This Will Be The Last.