It was my 16th birthday - my mom and dad gave me my Goya classical guitar that day. I sat down wrote this song and I just knew that that was the only thing I could ever really do - write songs and sing them to people.
Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind and has given up worrying once and for all.
Whether they give or refuse it delights women just the same to have been...
Many women long for what eludes them and like not what is offered them.
Suppressed grief suffocates it rages within the breast and is forced to...
Those allies who failed to join us will regret it. They're making a...
One cannot be prepared for something while secretly believing it will not...
Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only...
