Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Sumday Evrything ''Ll
All Make Perfect
Sense
So 4 Now
Laugh @ The Confusion
Smile Through Tears
And
Keep Reminding
Yourself
Dat
Evrything Happens For
A Reason .. (:
Running thru Da Monsoon
Beyond Da World
Where Da Rain Wont Hurt
Fightin Da Storm
Into Da blue
n'' When I Lose Myself I Think Of You
Together we''ll be runnin Sumwhere New Thru Da Monsoon