What are you, child, that you need time to learn about yourself?

You know it's love when you want to give joy and damn the consequences.

Once human beings realize something can be done, they're not satisfied until they've done it.

There's hope left in these dusty chords. There's a song left in our rusty hearts. We are torn and frayed but love remains.

My lungs taste the air of Time,Blown past falling sands.

The undeserving maintain power by promoting hysteria.

Here lies a toppled god. His fall was not a small one. We did but build his pedestal, A narrow and a tall one.