If Singing Were A Feeling It Would

Anything, Anything Is Possible, If You Can Just See The Sky.

That's The Easy Thing About Falling: There Is Only One Choice After That.

The Second Time My World Exploded, It Was Also Because Of A Word. A Word That Worked Its Way Out Of My Throat And Danced Onto And Out Of My Lips Before I Could Think About It, Or Stop It. The Question Was: Will You Meet Me Tomorrow? And The Word Was: Yes.

The Wilds Aren't Safe Anymore.

Welcome To The Free World. We Give People The Power To Choose. They Can Even Choose The Wrong Thing. Beautiful, Isn't It?