“I’m ready to grow young again.”

It’s a sad man my friend who’s livin’ in his own skin and can’t stand the company.

It’s a sad man my friend who’s livin’ in his own skin and can’t stand the company.

Someday we’ll look back on this and it will all seem funny.

Someday we’ll look back on this and it will all seem funny.

Someday we’ll look back on this and it will all seem funny.

A time comes when you need to stop waiting for the man you want to become and start being the man you want to be.

Those wounds stay with you, and you turn them into a language and a purpose.

I always wanted my music to influence the life you were living emotionally – with your family, your lover, your wife, and, at a certain point, with your children.

A time comes when you need to stop waiting for the man you want to become and start being the man you want to be.

Adult life is dealing with an enormous amount of questions that don’t have answers.

For one kiss, darling, I swear everything I would give. Cause you’re a walking, talking reason to live.

We gotta get out while we’re young, ’cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run.

The one thing I wished for my children is that they’d be readers.

Mister, I ain’t a boy, no I’m a man, and i believe in a promised land.

You can’t be afraid of getting old. Old is good, if you’re gathering in life. Our band is good at understanding that equation.

Gonna be a twister to blow everything down That ain’t got the faith to stand its ground. Blow away the dreams that tear you apart. Blow away the dreams that break your heart. Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted.

Stones grow, plants grow, and live, animals grow live and feel.

You should never be ashamed to admit you have been wrong. It only proves you are wiser today than yesterday.

I have tried drugs and a little of everything else, and there is nothing in the world more soul-satisfying than having the kingdom of God building inside you and growing.

Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.

I knew I held strength when in the darkest, coldest corner of my mind I managed to make flowers grow.

No dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.

To truly taste the sweetness of the fruit, you must love the dirt it grows from.

When everyone at school is speaking one language, and a lot of your classmates’ parents also speak it, and you go home and see that your community is different -there is a sense of shame attached to that. It really takes growing up to treasure the specialness of being different.