My happiest childhood memories are of times in our backyard. My mother had an old clothesline that hung out in front. It seemed like it stretched a mile long, and I loved sitting in the sun while she hung clothes.
I feel sublime Then I lose ground Tripping on words That have no sound of love
Hatred is the greatest cancer that we must squash.
You consume me I don't even fight Oh, I feel intoxicated... But beware I bite.
I would want to be a very present mother. You know, something that I never had.
It's good to remember where you've been.