Nor is it strange That after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same

I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried...I am a rock.

I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers, still crazy after all these years.

I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island.

So I'll continue to continue to pretend my life will never end, and flowers never bend with the rainfall.

Losing love is like a window in your heart.

...everything looks worse in black and white.