“We'll fight, not out of spite For someone must stand up for what's right 'Cause where there's a man who has no voice There ours shall go singing My hands are small I know But they're not yours, they are my own But they're not yours, they are my own I am never broken In the end only kindness matters In the end only kindness matters” KnowsMenEndsMatterHandsFightingCausesVoiceMy OwnKindnessBrokenSingingSpite Author:Jewel
“I don't think of myself as a singer; I usually end up singing when I can't find anyone better to sing, or when I'm too lazy to find someone better.” ThinkingI CanEndsSingingSingersLazy Author:Moby
“Of pure poetry there are two kinds, that which mirrors the beauty of the world in which our bodies are, and that which builds the more mysterious kingdoms where geography ends and fairyland begins, with gods and heroes at war, and the sirens singing still, and Alph going down to the darkness from Xanadu.” WorldKindStillsTwoWarEndsBodyDarknessHeroPureSingingMirrorsKingdomsMysteriousGeographySirensBeauty Of The World Author:Lord Dunsany