I Have A Two-year-old Boy.

Everything Is Temporary If You Give It Enough Time.

We'll Fight, Not Out Of Spite For Someone Must Stand Up For What's Right 'cause Where There's A Man Who Has No Voice There Ours Shall Go Singing My Hands Are Small I Know But They're Not Yours, They Are My Own But They're Not Yours, They Are My Own I Am Never Broken In The End Only Kindness Matters In The End Only Kindness Matters

We Are Each Others Angels In The Way That We Answer Each Others Prayers And We Can Also Make Each Others Lives Miserable.

I Would Always Encourage People Of Any Age Not To Be So Quick To Follow Other People's Truths But To Search And Follow Your Own Moral Code And Live By Your Own Integrity, And Mostly Just Be Brave.

Reality Is What You Believe It To Be. It's What You Put Your Thought And Energy Into, Because Your Hands Physically Manifest Thought. So Your World Becomes What You Feel And What You Think.