Charlie Took My Hand And, In A

I Was Just Wondering Why You Stabbed Him. Not That I Object.

Hate Is A Passionate Emotion.

I Felt Like I Was Trapped In One Of Those Terrifying Nightmares, The One Where You Have To Run, Run Till Your Lungs Burst, But You Can't Make Your Body Move Fast Enough... But This Was No Dream, And, Unlike The Nightmare, I Wasn't Running For My Life: I Was Racing To Save Something Infinitely More Precious. My Own Life Meant Little To Me Today.

But What If...what If You Sincerely Believed Something Was True, But You Were Dead Wrong? What If You Were So Stubbornly Sure That You Were Right, That You Wouldn’t Even Consider The Truth? Would The Truth Be Silenced, Or Would It Try To Break Through?

Do You Want Me To Sing To You? I'll Sing All Night If It Will Keep The Bad Dreams Away.