The National Bank at profit sells road maps for the soul.
When you feel in your gut what you are and then dynamically pursue it - don't back down and don't give up - then you're going to mystify a lot of folks.
Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is coming down.
In this age of fiberglass, I'm searching for a gem.
I'm not a folk-singer. I just sing a certain place.
Shedding off one more layer of skin, Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.