While you let your own crazy out, ten thousand children learned to walk today. And somewhere, miles, or rather, planets away, a moonbeam smiled down on the Earth. And under that smile, ten more realized that the crazy... well, it doesn’t need to be contained. And from them, ten others. And so ...
But I came back to tell about it. Strong. Angry. Soiled. Many years of emotion and resentment filled my blackened heart, until one day it was over. The songs didn’t hurt, the memories were trite, and the suffering become a distant memory. I see you now so vacant, wearing this shell of a man, ...