The beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
If you stare into a flame You'll get an eye full of energy If you write your nightscapades You'll get a dawn full of promises
I think in my earlier albums I lived in my head a lot more. The issues I dealt with were all personal, depression or how I would react to certain situations. Now, not feeling too depressed that much anymore, I think about other things. I turn my thoughts outward now.
Every step I take, I am alive. I am Life.
I am transparent An open book; There's no choice in the matter But the breath from my mind Is living air, And the notes from my heart Are what I share. Words weren't made for cowards.
I am skilled now, at casting iron To make a hardened bed for my heavy world
Everybody sees me as a solitary entity but I long to be important to somebody It's a love of fairy tales that drives this guilty wish To walk serenely in front of family to collect my kiss and though this notion is as flawed as any I have learned I'd like to think that like the others, it's something I deserve
He killed himself for wanting to live.
I definitely have favorite books by favorite poets, but poets' books also vary. I could like some books, but not like another book.
Summit meetings tend to be like panda matings. The expectations are always high, and the results usually disappointing.
Medal of Honor belongs to every man and woman who gives us the freedom today to be able to hold our flag and hold our heads up high and say we have the greatest country in the world. And that goes with the men and women in the past, and the men and women of today, and the men and women of the future. As long as Mike Thornton lives, that medal will always stand for all them. Not for me. Not for what I've done, but for what I was trained to do and what they have been trained to do to give us our freedom today.