She Smiled. I Think It's

The Wind Sounded Of Mother Earth's Forsaken And Abandoned Cries.

People Think They Know What They Want But They Generally Don't. Sometimes If They're Lucky They'll Get It Anyways.

The Jagged Mountains Were Pure Blue In The Dawn And Everywhere Birds Twittered And The Sun When It Rose Caught The Moon In The West So That They Lay Opposed To Each Other Across The Earth, The Sun Whitehot And The Moon A Pale Replica, As If They Were The Ends Of A Common Bore Beyond Whose Terminals Burned Worlds Past All Reckoning.

Scared Money Can’t Win And A Worried Man Can’t Love.

Keep A Little Fire Burning; However Small, However Hidden.