"So that's how I learned the lesson that everyone's alone. And your eyes must do some raining if you're ever gonna grow. When crying don't help, you can't compose yourself. It's best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing, or a simple song of hope. That's why I'm singing, baby, don't worry, because now I've got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try to make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we'll wait for it to pass. And I will keep you company through those days so long and black. We'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve, of love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole. But if the world could remain within a frame, like a painting on a wall, then I think we'd see the beauty then. And stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil."
-- bright eyes
"People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But people will never forget how you made them feel." -- Maya Angelou
