Our Love Is Like A Red, Red

I Would Challenge Anybody In Their Darkest Moment To Write What They're Grateful For, Even Stupid Little Things Like The Green Grass That Made Them Feel Good, The Friendly Conversation They Had With Somebody On An Alevator. You Start To Realize How Rich You Are.

For The Most Sensitive Among Us The Noise Can Be Too Much.

My Mother Was A Professional Sick Person; She Took A Lot Of Pain Pills. There Are Many People Like That. It's Just How They Are Used To Getting Attention. I Always Remember She's The Daughter Of Alcoholics Who'd Leave Her Alone At Christmas Time.

I Have Been The Guy Who Has Everything But Yet Is So One-track Minded About What I Want, That I Can't See My Blessings.

Isn't It Cool When The Days That Are Supposed To Feel Good, Actually Do?