Life’s simple. You make choices and you don’t look back.

run around with your ghosts, who perpetually grin..
And god only knows if you’re calling me home.

Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.