Life Offers More Than One

Love, Is An Unnatural Attachment To Another Living Thing. It's The Root Cause Of Most Personal Problems People Have.

You Can Trust A Few Some Of The Time, And Most None Of The Time. Feel Lucky If You Have Even One To Trust All Of The Time.

Children Are Very Wise Intuitively; They Know Who Loves Them Most, And Who Only Pretends.

And Somewhere In That Crimson-colored Never-never Land Where I Pirouetted Madly, In A Wild And Crazy Effort To Exhaust Myself Into Insensibility, I Saw That Man, Shadowy And Distant, Half-hidden Behind Towering White Columns That Rose Clear Up To A Purple Sky. In A Passionate Pas De Deux He Danced With Me, Forever Apart, No Matter How Hard I Sought To Draw Nearer And Leap Into His Arms, Where I Could Feel Them Protective About Me, Supporting Me ... And With Him I'd Find, At Last, A Safe Place To Live And Love.

There Was A War Going On In Our House. A Silent War That Sounded No Guns, And The Bodies That Fell Were Only Wishes That Died And The Bullets Were Only Words And The Blood That Spilled Was Always Called Pride.