The World's Become A Little Too Mean.

And Your Eyes Must Do Some Raining If You're Ever Gonna Grow / When Crying Don't Help, You Can't Compose Yourself / It's Best To Compose A Poem, An Honest Verse Of Longing / Or A Simple Song Of Hope.

So I Wait For The Day When I'll Hear The Key As It Turns In The Lock And The Guard Will Say To Me, "oh My Patient Prisoner You Waited For This Day And Finally, You Are Free! You Are Free! You Are Free!

I Keep Drinking The Ink From My Pen And I'm Balancing History Books Up On My Head But It All Boils Down To One Quotable Phrase If You Love Something Give It Away

I Wanna Be Your Happiness. I Wanna Be Your Common Sense Pain.

I Definitely Think Religion Is Responsible For A Lot Of The Evils Of The World. I Mean That's Not Really In Debate. But At The Same Time, I Think Whatever Gets You Through The Day, Whatever Helps You Make Sense Of Life I'm Not Gonna Begrudge My Grandmother With Her Rosary Beads. It Works For Them. And At The End Of The Day, I Don't Claim To Know The Answer To Anything.