Through this world I've stumbled, so many times betrayed, trying to find an honest word, to find the truth enslaved.

I don't follow any organized religion, but I do believe in the idea of god as a verb - being love and light. And that we are part of everything as everything is part of us.

You're in the arms of the Angels; may you find some comfort here.

You speak to me in riddles, you speak to me in rhymes, my body aches to breathe your breath, your word keeps me alive.

I've got to live my life the way I feel is right for me. Might not be right for you, but it's right for me.

Hold on...Hold on to yourself. This is going to hurt like hell.

Through this world I've stumbled, so many times betrayed, trying to find an honest word, to find the truth enslaved.