There's still plenty of lead in this pencil, but I only write to one person now.
You've got to have this burning desire in your chest to succeed.
Life is so brief and time is a thief when you're undecided.
Sometimes I think the playing field is certainly not even. You know, it's just not.
May you grow to be proud, dignified, and true, and do unto others as you'd have done to you.
Spread your wings and let me come inside.