Fear only has as much power as we give it space.
I'm looking over rooftops, and I'm hoping it ain't true, that the same God looks out for them, looks out for me and you.
Every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied.
I'm singing for the love of it/Have mercy on the man who sings to be adored.
I do think that there's art that is tortured, but I prefer art that has the joy in it.
Mud and water and the stumps of trees. In every direction that was all there was. Bodies fell, but the trees died standing up.