You Want To Be A Writer, Don't

Take Me. I'm An Ordinary Player In The Key Of C. And My Will Was Broken By My Pride And My Vanity. Who's Gonna Love You When You're Looks Are Gone? God Will. Like He Waters The Flowers On Your Window Sill.

The Death Penalty Is Reserved For People Who Do Not

Losing Love Is Like A Window In Your Heart.

Music Is Forever; Music Should Grow And Mature With You, Following You Right On Up Until You Die.

Somewhere In A Burst Of Glory / Sound Becomes A Song.