If only, if only, the moon speaks no reply; Reflecting the sun and all that's gone by. Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly. Fly high, my baby bird, My angel, my only
Louis SacharBut I'm taking small steps 'Cause I don't know where I'm going I'm taking small steps And I don't know what to say. Small steps, Trying to pull myself together And maybe I'll discover A clue along the way!
Louis SacharAn idea doesn't die," said Trapp. "It exists somewhere, in its own dimension, waiting to be perceived.
Louis Sachar