It Was The First Time She'd Discovered

The Best Place To Cry Is On A Mother's Arms.

And, After All, What Is A Lie? 'tis But The Truth In Masquerade.

Everytime I Look At A Zebra, I Can't Figure Out Whether It's Black With White Stripes Or White With Black Stripes, And That Frustrates Me.

When It Comes To Memories, The Good And The Bad Never Balance.

My Mother Walks Forward. She's Crying, But There's A Smile On Her Face. For God's Sake, Is It Any Wonder I Can't Ever Understand What You People Are Feeling?