Without Love We All Like Birds With

Fear Is How You Lose Your Life...a Little Bit At A Time...what We Give To Fear, We Take Away From...faith.

All Endings Are Also Beginnings. We Just Don't Know It At The Time.

It Is Never Too Late Or Too Soon. It Is When It Is Supposed To Be.

I Know I Cannot Undo This. None Of Us Can Undo What We’ve Done, Or Relive A Life Already Recorded.

She Loved Me Coming And Going, At My Worst And At My Best. She Had A Bottomless Well Of Love For Me.