Today I bent the truth to be kind, and I have no regret, for I am far surer of what is kind than I am of what is true.
The world is as many times new as there are children in our lives.
Sometimes an answer not yet blowin' in the wind is stirring in the breeze.
We envy others, for we see their lives in broad outline, while forced to live ours in every detail.
On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me.
Some forgive and forget, more forgive and remember, most forgive and remind.