Your death is killing me, day after day. I miss you mom
My hard work finally catching up with perfect timing
Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week
Life imposes things on you that you cannot control, but you still have the choice of how you're going to live through this
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words.
Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.
When I come home, my daughter will run to the door and give me a big hug and everything that's happened that day just melts away