On The Streets Of The

But Now, Like A Fallen Sparrow On A Golden Chain, I'm Forever Bound In Shadow, A Prisoner To My Pain.

The Best Time To Cry Is At Night, When The Lights Are Out And Someone Is Being Beaten Up And Screaming For Help.

I Write In A Small Office At Home.

I Keep Threatening To Keep A Formal Journal, But Whenever I Start One It Instantly Becomes An Exercise In Self-consciousness. Instead Of A Journal I Manage To Have Dozens Of Notebooks With Bits And Pieces Of Stories, Poems, And Notes. Almost Every Thing I Do Has Its Beginning In A Notebook Of Some Sort, Usually Written On A Bus Or Train.

Forever In Your Arms Is Where I Want To Be Holding You Close Within The Space That Once Held Only Me... Forever In Your Warmth The Place For Me And You I Feel The Sun Our Life's Just Begun I Know You Feel It Too