I've got a closet full of smiles that I've been trying on. Tore up the floorboards just to retrieve the hope I buried a few years back. Ripped out the thorn in my side, and was amazed to see the ideas flow.
Once again. All of the tiny bright stars are just holes from the people in heaven, peering through, wanting to see what it's like once they're gone.
The best led lives read like a classified ad. Put my heart on sale just to see what would happen... and now I'm back.
Smile one more time for the camera, and the calm before the storm.
