Every Generation Throws A Hero Up The

You Know, Life Is What You Make Of It- So Beautiful Or So What.

Losing Love Is Like A Window In Your Heart.

In The Clearing Stands The Boxer, And A Fighter By His Trade. And He Carries A Reminder Of Every Glove That Laid Him Down... Or Cut Him Till He Cried Out In His Anger And His Shame "i Am Leaving! I Am Leaving" But The Fighter Still Remains.

We Had Many More Points Of Agreement Than We Had Points Of Difference, But We Did Differ, And The Bigger We Got, The More Insistent We Got That Each One Of Us Should Have His Way.

We've Survived By Believing Our Life Is Going To Get Better.