I Will Be Waiting By

She Just Knew That Even When You Had Nothing, You Still Had Love.

All The World Is Made Of Music. We Are All Strings On A Lyre. We Resonate. We Sing Together.

The Soul Is An Irrational, Indivisible Equation That Perfectly Expresses One Thing: You. The Soul Would Be No Good To The Devil If It Could Be Destroyed. And It Is Not Lost When Placed In Satan's Care, As Is So Often Said. He Always Know Exactly How To Put His Finger On It.

Maybe All The Schemes Of The Devil Were Nothing Compared To What Man Could Think Up.

I Have Nothing To Say For Myself, Only That I Have Always Tried To Make This Earth A Little Bit Better