I Don't Think I'm Better

When I Look Into The Eyes Of My Prince, And My Daughter Paris, I See Miracles And I See Beauty.

In Our Darkest Hour, In My Deepest Despair, Will You Still Care? Will You Be There? In My Trials And My Tribulations, Through Our Doubts And Frustrations, In My Violence And My Turbulence, Through My Fear And My Confessions, And My Anguish And My Pain, Through My Joy And My Sorrow, In The Promise Of Another Tomorrow, I'll Never Let You Part, For You're Always In My Heart.

The Idea Is To Take It A Step Forward And Innovate. Or Else Why Am I Doing It? I Don't Want To Be Just Another Can In The Assembly Line. I Want To Create - Do Something That Is Totally Different And Unusual.

I Want To Tell The Children Of The World, You Are All Our Children, Each One Of You Is My Child And I Love You All.

There Are Two Kinds Of Music. One Comes From The Strings Of A Guitar, The Other From The Strings Of The Heart. One Sound Comes From A Chamber Orchestra, The Other From The Beating Of The Heart's Chamber. One Comes From An Instrument Of Graphite And Wood, The Other From An Organ Of Flesh And Blood. This Loftier Music I Speak Of Tonight Is More Pleasing Than The Notes Of The Most Gifted Composers, More Moving Than A Marching Band, More Harmonious Than A Thousand Voices Joined In Hymn And More Powerful Than All The World's Percussion Instruments Combined. That Sweet Sound Of Love.