It's Nice That You Spend

The Truth Is, When Our Mothers Held Us, Rocked Us, Stroked Our Heads -none Of Us Ever Got Enough Of That. We All Yearn In Some Way To Return To Those Days When We Were Completely Taken Care Of - Unconditional Love, Unconditional Attention. Most Of Us Didn't Get Enough.

And I Suppose Tapes Are A Desperate Attempt To Steal Something From Death's Suitcase.

Sacrifice Is A Part Of Life. It's Supposed To Be. It's Not Something To Regret. It's Something To Aspire To.

Strangers Are Family You Haven't Recognize Yet

I Give Myself A Good Cry If I Need It, But Then I Concentrate On All Good Things Still In My Life.