It's just a favorite language to me, that country finger-picking guitar style.
I must let go of my need for the world to love me.
I had to beat the bags, big time, I had to get out into the den and start screaming and move it through my body.
For once in your life, here's your miracle, stand up and fight.
It's hard enough doing something bold without jumping into your bad reviews.
I am held by the creator of the world. I am opening, I am unbounded, I am luminous, I am powerful.