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: I still have questions with no answers. I?m alive . . . but I?m not living. I don?t have much time left . . . I just know this: I?ve lived a violent

: Where are you now? Feeling small. Can?t live without it? You call this your best? I made my life a mess. And everyone but you sees it. What a fool.

s a warm wind from the south. Hoist the sail and we'll be gone, by morning this will all seem like a dream. And if you don't return to sing the song,

: When I asked him, he described a thousand lifetimes. At each turn, a hint of what one still must learn. Now I've read the thoughts of philosophers

: Red gates of iron cast their Black shadows on this land Dividing souls... far below The gathering winds the armies watch Are rising from the west Foretelling

: *** Take your children down to the water wash their heads and sing .. holy holy Last night I dreamed you were standing there, strong and tall beside

: Don't slam the door, on your way out Don't leave without saying goodbye. Another long distance night alone, you leave me wanting, always leave me wanting

: A child alone in daddy's room The gun was hidden here No one home to catch me when I fall A young man now in a private chair I've seen the world through

: From the night comes a roar of thunder Beholding light on the spell you're under And the signs of death descend your way Fighting back from the devil