We're captive on the carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind.
I'm not a kiss-and-teller. I never named names.
You snipe so steady, you snub so snide, so rip and ready to diminish and deride.
They won't give peace a chance, that's just a dream some of us had
Won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll talk in present tenses
My goal as a writer is more to comfort than to disturb.