The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.

Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past? And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom, it whispers no this will be the last.

And it's no war games, because they all keep the same place. But like the solar system is going through a change soon and it's going to affect the Earth in about 30 years.

Well I stand up next to a mountain, and I chop it down with the edge of my hand

I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.

Well, obviously religion must come from inside.

Anybody can do anything, it's up to themselves. All it takes is the right intentions.