I'm Not A Saint. I'm Not An

Every Artist Has To Make Their Own Statements And They Have To Live With Them.

The Poetic Side Of Me Is Scottish.

I've Thought About What Is An Alternative Word To Feminism. There Isn't One. It's A Perfectly Good Word. And It Can't Be Changed.

When You Go To Africa, And You See Children, They're Usually Barefoot, Dirty And In Rags, And They'd Love To Go To School.

Let Me Be The Only One To Keep You From The Cold Now The Floor Of Hell Is Laid, The Stars Are Bright As Gold They Light For You, They Shine For You They Burn For All To See Come Into These Arms Again And Set Your Spirit Free