What Kind Of Country Is This Where

We Lose Our Hair, Our Teeth! Our Bloom, Our Ideals.

But It Seems Impossible To Speak And Yet Say Nothing, You Think You Have Succeeded, But You Always Overlook Something.

Perhaps My Best Years Are Gone. When There Was A Chance Of Happiness. But I Wouldn't Want Them Back. Not With The Fire In Me Now. No, I Wouldn't Want Them Back.

God Is A Witness That Cannot Be Sworn.

All Has Not Been Said And Never Will Be.