I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings. And I've never been too impressed.
Beauty walks a razors edge, someday I'll make it mine.
He swift don't win the race. It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth.
People do whatever they want to do, y'know.
May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung. May you stay forever young.
I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, or can't remember the sound of my own name.