Another night over. The new day begins. Remembering the dreams that you left your love in, and you wonder, can you face another day, one more day wit… - John Miles Foley

Music was my first love
And it will be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
To live without my music
would be impossible to do
In this world of troubles
my music pulls me through

No hard feelings, no tears, no pain.
No hard feelings, no fears remain.
I could see you slowly drifting away
like a vision into the wall
but I've got no hard feelings,
I've got no feelings at all.
No hard feelings, no cold goodbyes.
No hard feelings, too old and wise.
"And what happened to forever?", they say,
"A lifetime seems so small."
But I've got no hard feelings,
I've got no feelings at all.

To put it most simply, the oral traditional idiom persisted because—even in a written incarnation—it offered the only avenue to the immanent poetic tradition, the invisible but ever-present aesthetic context for all of the poems.