It gets better!

Can we focus more on hope please.

Rather short history. Mmm.

Forever is too small.

Queens of...everything!

Down in the underground.

It's just the way I am.

What war does, is not so modern now, a new thing, something else then a gun, the bloody weapons, and so on and so on, has lost the imagination, as gold turns to silver and dust to ashes upon the valley, it settles where people once thrived, and spoke with songs, and stars in their eyes. I longed to walk on the trail into the hidden village and find a mystery leading me to a wild woman dressed in feather deep in thought, to catch her attention, then weep for no reason, happens sometimes when we realize more is there then assumed, and she smiles.