Every Truth Passes Through Three Stages
Before It''s Recognized
In The First It''s Ridiiculed
In The Second It''s Opposed
In The Third, It''s Regarded As Self Evident . . .
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
All The Water N The Ocean Could Never Sink A Ship Unless It Gets Inside . . .
Like Wise
All The Pressure Of Life Can Never Hurt You Unless U Let Them In. . .
I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with the roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know.
