And I Kissed Away A Thousand Tears

I Am The Captain Of My Pain.

It Is The Haunted Premises Of Longing That The True Love Song Inhabits. It Is A Howl In The Void, For Love And For Comfort And It Lives On The Lips Of The Child Crying For His Mother. It Is The Song Of The Lover In Need Of Her Loved One, The Raving Of The Lunatic Supplicant Petitioning His God...the Love Song Is The Sound Of Our Endeavors To Become God-like, To Rise Up And Above The Earthbound And The Mediocre.

And I Kissed Away A Thousand Tears My Lady Of The Various Sorrows Some Begged, Some Borrowed, Some Stolen Some Kept Safe For Tomorrow.

To My Undying Shame, I Do Read Reviews. I Don't Read Them All, But I Like To Get Some Kind Of Idea How Things Are Going.

And I Wish That I Was Made Of Stone So That I Would Not Have To See A Beauty Impossible To Define A Beauty Impossible To Believe A Beauty Impossible To Endure The Blood Imparted In Little Sips The Smell Of You Still On My Hands As I Bring The Cup Up To My Lips No God Up In The Sky No Devil Beneath The Sea Could Do The Job That You Did, Baby Of Bringing Me To My Knees