“I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.”

The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.

We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.

He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.

The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.

It’s january, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.

Silent lips speak the deepest truths.

Nights were made for broken hearts.

We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.

I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.

Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.

Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.

I see the world in shades of you.

It takes effort to make it to forever.

There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.

It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.

With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.

America was born to exemplify that devotion to the elements of righteousness which are derived from the revelations of the Holy Scripture.

Everybody is worried about dying, but the cause of death is birth, so if you don’t want to die, you don’t get born!

Being male is a matter of birth. Being a man is a matter of age. But being a Gentleman is a matter of choice.

It takes nine months for a baby to develop, it takes nine months to develop a character.

I’m not against gay people, I have a relative who is also gay. We can’t help it if they were born that way. What I’m critical off are actions that violate the word of God.

Calvin Coolidge was the greatest man who ever came out of Plymouth Corner, Vermont.

Forgiveness gives birth to freedom so forgive them and set yourself free from the delusion of their chains and from the agony in your reality.

I’ve come from nowhere, and I’m not shy to go back.