Let Me Be Patient, Let

I Get Out, I Get Out Of All Your Boxes.

Now I May Have Faith/ To Make Mountains Fall/ But If I Lack Love/ Then I Am Nothin' At All

My Whole Life At A Certain Point Was Studio, Hotel, Stage, Hotel, Stage, Studio, Stage, Hotel, Studio, Stage. I Was Expressing Everything From My Past, Everything That I Had Experienced Prior To That Studio Stage Time, And It Was Like You Have To Go Back To The Well, In Order To Give Someone Something To Drink. I Felt Like A Cistern, Dried Up And Like There Was Nothing More. And It Was So Beautiful.

The Only Help I Need To Live, Is Unprofessional. The Only Wealth I Have To Give, Is Not Material. And If You Need Much More Than That, I'm Not Available.

I Was Unhappy With My Life. I Had Acquired Everything I Thought I Wanted, Only To Find Out, This Is It?