Let your pain be my sorrow. Let your tears be my tears too. Let your courage be my model. That the north you find will be true.
I want to get old gracefully. I want to have good posture, I want to be healthy and be an example to my children.
I went off to fight some battle that I'd invented inside me.
I quite like mistakes. I think they're human.
My logic's been drowned in a sea of emotion.
How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy?