“The world is too fragile for people to be untrue. There’s too much at stake, and life’s too short for lies.”

To everything, turn, turn, turn..
there is a season, turn, turn, turn..

…considering the weight of the bricks I laid, now that I’m through..
One by one, sealed every crack that I could slip between to find my way back…
you can’t go back home once you’ve cast it away..
The heavy weight of promises made, if I could exonerate, I might just lift off today.
You can’t go back home once you’ve cast it away.