Home Is Anywhere I Hang My Hair

We Just Seem To Have Lost All Our Morals And Principles And Values These Days.

Got Those Moods A Swinging, Tears A Slinging, Nothing Fits Me, When It Hits Me, Ranting, Raving, Misbehaving, Pms Blues.

Jump Out Of Bed And I Stumble To The Kitchen, Pour Myself A Cup Of Ambition And Yawn And Stretch And Try To Come Alive.

A Great Smile Is A Wonderful Asset, But A Good Heart Is Pure Gold.

I Thank God For My Failures. Maybe Not At The Time But After Some Reflection. I Never Feel Like A Failure Just Because Something I Tried Has Failed.