You Who Choose To Lead Must Follow.

The Storyteller Makes No Choice, Soon You Will Not Hear His Voice, His Job Is To Shed Light, And Not To Master

What Do You Want Me To Do, To Watch For You, To See You Through? A Box Of Rain Will Ease The Pain, And Love, Will See You Through.

Everything You Cherish Throws You Over In The End Thorns Will Grab Your Ankles From The Gardens That You Tend.

I Feel I've Got 10 Books In Me.

Don't Waste The Breath To Save Your Face, When You Have Done Your Best, And Even More Is Asked Of You, Let Fate Decide The Rest.