"A best friend is the person who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."
"For some, music is not just a past time It's an undeniable fact of living; A blissful slavery of mind, body, and soul. To rise above the ashes of mediocrity is rare, Yet the gift of song is freely handed out to anyone who cares to receive it, Instantly shattering our daily drudgery.
The path to pursue more than the usual, More than what is safe and known, Is wrought with time-sharpened jagged plades that cut deep, Blocking many from the road to something greater, Beyond the stunted imagination of their peers.
Within the veins of a few, Passion fills every sinew with a sweet, unquenchable purpose, Calming the fear of those treacherous patths. Though each slice burns and bleeds, Still they take each cut, and wear the scars with pride to signal their choice, That undying pursuit of greater joy within every chord. And so they say, 'Watch me bleed.'"