Half of my heart’s got a grip on the situation, half of my heart takes time.

Whenever they say it can’t be done, remind them that they make a jellybean that tastes exactly like popcorn.

We just feel like we don't have the means, To rise above and beat it. So we keep waiting, Waiting on the world to change...

You know I used to be the back porch poet with my book of lines, always hoping knowing all the time, I'm probably never gonna find the perfect rhyme. . .For heavier things

I may have taken someone through the wringer psychologically, but I've never been sinister.

Today I finally overcame tryin’ to fit the world inside a picture frame.

May this be the year that things go your way most of the time, and when they don't, may you have great friends to lean on.