Peace Might Sell, But Who's Buying?

You May Not Know It, But At The Far End Of Despair, There Is A White Clearing Where One Is Almost Happy.

You Don't Get To Choose How You're Going To Die, Or When. You Can Only Decide How You're Going To Live. Now.

I Was Writing "diamonds And Rust' And It Had Nothing To Do With What It Turned Out To Be. I Don't Remember What It Is, But I Think I Was Writing A Song. It Was Literally Interrupted By A Phone Call, And It Just Took Another Curve And It Came Out To Be What It Was.

Someone Had To Change The World. And Obviously I Was The One For The Job.

I Think The Question That Nobody Wanted To Deal With Is The Question They're Posing: Did My Kid Die In Vain? Because The Answer Is Too Awful.