He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand, his gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand.

Through the years as the fire starts to mellow, burning lines in the book of our lives. Though the binding cracks and the pages start to yellow, I'll be in love with you.

I never going to satisfy everybody, so I decided to satisfy myself.

Lessons learned are like bridges burned you only need to cross them but once. Is the knowledge gained worth the price of the pain, are the spoils worth the cost of the hunt?

It's only an interim trip. I love the music, but it's really giving me a way in which I can comfortably explore my art.

The meanings get lost and the teachings get tossed and you don't know what you're going to do next.

In the time it takes us to look beyond the lies, we could be sailing in each other's eyes.