I want to go wherever you go because all the colors are brighter there and there is more magic in the air wherever you go, here and hereafter. - Happy Rhodes

He is broken, far from free Words were spoken, 'tween him and me: "I had friends, yes, I was admired I'm so old now, feel so tired." Well he walks to the gate and he looks behind at life in rewind And wishes he had known these things while still alive.

I am skilled now, at casting iron To make a hardened bed for my heavy world

I am transparent An open book; There's no choice in the matter But the breath from my mind Is living air, And the notes from my heart Are what I share. Words weren't made for cowards.