I Can't Really Work On

That Was The Way Love Was, Invisible, There Whether Or Not You Wanted To See It Or Admit To It.

Those You Love Will Not Drown Or Burn. They Will Fly Away.' ...'now We Both Have People We Love Who Are Like Birds. They Have Flown Far From Anything In This World That Can Hurt Them. They're Flying Away Still.

They Weren't True Stories; They Were Better Than That.

Our Rest Is Formed By Our Waking Life And Our Waking Life Is Formed By Our Sorrows.

This Was What It Meant To Be Human, To Know That Time Moved And All Things Changed.