From first to last, the peak is never passed. Something always fires the light that gets in your eyes.
Neil PeartHalf the world hates What half the world does every day Half the world waits While half gets on with it anyway
Neil PeartThe measure of a life is a measure of love and respect, So hard to earn so easily burned In the fullness of time, A garden to nurture and protect It's a measure of a life The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect, The way you live, the gifts that you give In the fullness of time, It's the only return that you expect
Neil Peart